"Thought I'd rode off the range, did you, Doc? You couldn't drive me away. Wait till you see what I got."
I awaited his arrival with impatience. When he appeared he had with him a sturdy, red-faced man who
carried a large paper clothing-bag. I recognized him as a policeman I had encountered now and then on
the Drive, although I had never before seen him out of uniform. I bade the two be seated, and the officer
sat on the edge of a chair, holding the clothes-bag gingerly across his knees. I looked at McCann
inquiringly.
"Shevlin," he waved his hand at the officer, "said he knew you, Doc. But I'd have brought him along,
anyway."
"If I didn't know Dr. Lowell, it's not me that'd be here, McCann me lad," said Shevlin, glumly. "But it's
brains the Doc has got in his head, an' not a cold boiled potato like that damned lootenant."