Rachel Craik actually laughed. She wondered why she had lost faith in Voles for an instant.
“I’ll send a doctor,” went on Steingall composedly. “Your friend there needs one, I guess.”
“I’d sooner have a six-shooter,” roared Mick the Wolf.
“Doctors are even more deadly sometimes.”
So the detective took his defeat cheerfully, and that is the worst thing a man can do—in his opponent’s interests. He was rather silent as he trudged with Carshaw and the others back to the train, however.
He was asking himself what new gibe Clancy would spring on him when the story of the night’s fiasco came out.