“I guess—after all—” she faltered.
“Out you go, honey, with me,” Peter Ball said simply. “This ain’t for you. There’s enough in here as it is.” He led her to the stairs and up.
The doctor looked swiftly about him. “I need some one—” he began, and fixed his gaze on Belle.
“Could I?” she asked eagerly. “I’m not afraid, you know.”
“I know you’re not,” was the quiet reply. “Now, boys, if you’ll just leave us alone for a while—I could work better. Mind?”
“Sure not!” Teddy answered heartily. He watched his sister for a moment, then turned to Roy. “Let’s go,” he said softly. “Belle is all right.”
They walked across the room and out of the door. Bug Eye was leaning against the railing, his eyes wide with anticipation.
“How is he? Find out who he was? Is he hurt bad? How much was he robbed of? Say, I bet—”
“Get a cinch-strap on that tongue of yours,” Roy said calmly. “Feels like a wind coming up.”
“Aw, but listen,” the puncher protested. “I want to know—”