“A little pin-head of glonoin on his tongue for a beginning,” decided the physician, opening his case. From one of the vials he took a small pellet, forcing it between the lips of the unconscious man. Then, with his stethoscope, he listened for the heart beats.
“Another glonoin, and then we'll start in to wake up our friend,” said the young doctor in white duck, after a pause.
Two or three minutes later the laborer opened his eyes.
“You've been trying not to hear the whistle,” laughed the doctor gently. “A big fellow like you must be up and doing.”
Ten minutes later the doctor found Tom outside.
“The man will be all right now, with a little stuff that I'll leave for him,” smiled the visitor. “Of course there's some man in camp who can look after a comrade to-night?”
“Doc, couldn't you do a better job if you had the man in Paloma under your own eyes tonight?” Tom questioned.
“Yes; undoubtedly.”
“Can you take him?”
“Yes.”