“And Acpa?” questioned Roy presently, referring to one of his Eskimo traders.
“His boy’s sick,” said Delgezie.
“What’s the matter with him?”
“Oh, he met with an accident. His father shot him in the leg; the gun went off accidentally.”
“Hurt him much?”
“Yes, completely shattered the bone below the knee.”
“What are they doing to it?”
“They’ve tied a piece of shaganappi tightly around the leg, above the wound.”
“What in the world for?” asked Thursby, in blank surprise.
“Oh, the line will cut through the flesh,” said Delgezie, unmoved, “and the lower part will rot off, clean off.”