“Why, we can’t do much—as I can see,” grumbled Jib Pottoway.
“Isn’t there a doctor——”
“At Bullhide,” broke in Jib. “That’s the nearest.”
“Then he must be got. We must save this man, Jib,” said the girl, eagerly.
“Save him?”
“Certainly. If only because he saved my life when I was attacked by the bear. And he must be saved for another reason, too.”
“Why, Miss Ruth, he’ll be dead long before a doctor could get here,” cried Jib. “That’s plumb ridiculous.”
“He will die of course if he has no attention,” said the girl, indignantly.
“Well?”
“Surely you won’t desert him!”