“Let me look at it,” demanded Bart, and, when the bandages were taken off, there was disclosed a red and angry sore. The arm was much inflamed.
“I was afraid of this,” said Bart. “We’ve got to go to town and let a doctor look at this. You may get blood poisoning, Stumpy.”
“Oh, I guess not. Can’t you put some of the stuff on from the box Alice gave us?”
“I’m afraid to take any chances. Besides, I don’t think there is anything strong enough for blood poison in the box. No, fellows, we’ll go to Cannistota. It’s only ten miles. We can easily walk there and back in a day, and, if the doctor thinks it better for Stumpy to stay in town over night, so he can treat him, why we can arrange for that, too. We’ll start in the morning, early.”
“Then we’ll see some of the celebration,” put in Frank.
“What celebration?”
“Why the New Year’s doings that William Perry said were always held in Cannistota. Don’t you remember?”
“Sure, that’s right,” agreed Bart. “It will do us good to make the trip. Game is getting rather scarce around here now, and we must begin to think of getting back. We certainly have had a swell time, and I don’t want anything to happen to Fenn’s arm.
“So get ready, fellows, and we’ll make a trip to town, and see what civilization looks like. It seems as if we’d been away six months, instead of three weeks.”
“Shall we take our guns?” asked Frank.