"Yes, that French feller came in with a couple o' fusst-class horses. He's camped away over there beyond Muskeeter." He pointed down Bonanza.
"P'raps you won't mind just mentionin'," said Maudie with growing irritation, "why you're makin' yourself so busy about my friends?" (Only strong resentment could have induced the plural.)
When she heard what had happened and what was suspected she uttered a contemptuous "Tschah!" and made for the tent. The constable followed. She wheeled fiercely round.
"The man in there hasn't been out o' this tent since he was carried up from the creek last night. I can swear to it."
"Can you swear the other was here all the time?"
No answer.
"Did he say what he went to Dawson for?"
"The doctor."
One or two laughed. "Who's sick enough to send for a Dawson doctor?"
"So you think he's gone for a——"