The engineer nodded. "Get back on the plush and hang on," was his brief acknowledgment.
It was dark when the surgeon, drying his hands, came from the cañon stream to the tent. "That's about all I can do now," he said, slipping into his coat.
Overland, who was sitting on a box beside the tent, stood up and stretched himself. "Is he goin' to make it?" he asked.
"I can't say. He is young, in good condition, and strong. If you will get me some blankets, I'll turn in. Call me in about two hours."
CHAPTER XXVII
THE RIDERS
Several days passed before the surgeon would express a definite opinion.