“Well see about that,” replied the physician.
“I met the sheriff on the way, Mr. Supervisor, and I gave him the story Dunn told me, and I made a request that the reward for the information be paid to Dunn’s widow.”
“I’ll see to that,” responded Redfield. “And now we’ll leave you to the tender mercies of the doctor.”
“I made some coffee for you, and you’ll find some supper under a napkin on the table,” explained Lee.
“Thank you.”
“I’m sorry it isn’t better. It’s only cold chicken and sandwiches—”
“Only cold chicken!” he laughed. “My chief anxiety is lest it should not prove a whole chicken. I’m hungry as a coyote!”
“Well, now, good-night,” said Redfield. “Doctor, you’ll report as you go by?”
“Yes; expect me in half an hour or so.”
And so Lee walked away with Redfield, almost entirely relieved of her care. “He can’t be ill, can he?” she asked.