“Yes,” said the governor, “this is Doctor Maclane.”
“Yes, I am Doctor Maclane,” said the tall fair man; “and Miss Maude, yonder, said I was to be sure and cure you.”
“But I’m not ill,” cried Bart, flushing.
“No,” said Doctor Maclane, “you are not ill. No fever, my lad, nothing but exhaustion.”
“I’ll tell you what to prescribe for that,” cried Bart excitedly.
“Well, tell me,” said the Doctor, smiling.
“The same as Doctor Lascelles does, and used to when Joses and he and I had been hunting up cattle and were overdone.”
“Well, what did he prescribe?” said Doctor Maclane.
“Plenty of the strongest soup that could be made,” said Bart. “And now, please sir, when may we start—to-night?”
“No, no—impossible.”