“Yes, sir.”
“How is she?”
“She fainted away, but she's better.”
The doctor got stiffly out of the chaise, took his medicine-chest, and went into the house. “Stay here till I come out,” he ordered Jerome, without looking back.
“The doctor's goin' to send a posse out lookin' with lanterns,” Jake Noyes told Jerome.
Jerome made a grunt, both surly and despairing, in response. He was leaning against the wheel of the chaise; he felt strangely weak.
“Mebbe we'll find him 'live an' well,” said Jake, consolingly.
“No, ye won't.”
“Mebbe 'twon't be nothin' wuss than a broken bone noway, an' the doctor, he can fix that.”
Jerome shook his head.