"Reckon I've got a funny-bone in my head," he said impatiently. Then steadying himself with his right hand he climbed slowly into the back seat of the buckboard.
"We'd better go to Jonah at once, don't you think—for the doctor?" Blue Bonnet asked him.
"Is it far?" he asked. Blue Bonnet looked her surprise and he added: "I don't know these parts. I'm camping up at the Big Spring and was just riding down this way looking for a place they call Kooch's."
"Why, we've just come from there," exclaimed Blue Bonnet.
"Then it is near?" he asked. "I'd begun to think I must have taken the wrong road."
"Just a mile or two back," explained Blue Bonnet.
"Then if you will kindly take me there, I'll not trouble you any further," the youth said eagerly.
"But you must have your arm set right away," protested Sarah.
"Well, if the man I was looking for is at Kooch's, maybe he can set it," he replied, adding, "He's a 'medic' from Chicago—a friend of a cousin of mine. Left college on account of lung trouble, and I heard he was camping on Kooch's ground somewhere."
"Maybe it was his tent we saw back there a ways," said Sarah. "That's quite near."