“Yes,” answered Garry briefly.
“Got anything that’s good for chills and fever?” demanded the man.
“Not that I know of; most of that stuff is for use in an accident. You see it’s mostly antiseptic and bandage and stuff,” answered Garry.
King picked up a bottle that was marked poison and had the familiar skull and crossbones in red ink.
“What’s this stuff with the red printin’?” he questioned.
“That’s iodine; can’t you read?” Phil broke into the conversation.
“No, can’t read, never went to school. What’s it for?”
“Why, it’s to put on bad cuts so that you won’t get blood poisoning, and it’s good if you strain your wrist or finger or something like that.” answered Garry.
“Wall, you don’t say so. Wonder if ’twould do this finger o’ mine any good? I hurt it the other day when I slipped near the brook where I was getting water. It’s my trigger finger too, and that’s a bad one to have hurt.”
Garry assured him that there was nothing better than the iodine and offered to paint it for him.