"Pan-a-fiddlestick," said the old man.
"If that's it, fire away!" said Lanky.
Old Mr. McKeel filled the injector again, and inserted it in the puncture he had already made, then squirted its full contents in the flesh, with a force that sent the needle-point nearly to the bone.
The effect was magical. Lanky roared like a bull, and threw up his legs, knocking old McKeel head-over-heels. In the fall he struck the ammonia bottle, which was standing on a chair, and tipped it over, spilling the contents.
"That was the effec' o' the mediceen! It was instantaneous! He got the strength o' three men in a meenit. He's a'richt; he's cured!" said McKeel.
Lanky fell back on the sofa, writhing and wriggling like one possessed.
Alec and Annie Coonie, who had heard and seen everything through the window, which had no curtain, now opened the door and came in.
"Can we do anything?" they said.
"Yes, Alec," said old McKeel; "you tak' a horse an' ride across the range to the mine for Max Hicsh. He's a sort o' doctor body, who was a student at Gott-again."