"What's this, Quin?" asked Jupp, who knew Quin well enough.
Quin answered sullenly and told the truth.
"Tut," said Jupp, "some day you'll get knifed, Quin; why can't you get married and leave the klootchmen alone?"
He was a white-bearded old boy, who knew how ignorant he was of medicine. But he knew men. He went over Jenny carefully.
"Two ribs broken," he said, "and the small bone of the left arm. And a little concussion of the brain. I think she'll do, Quin."
"Thank you," said Quin.
Between them they made her comfortable after Jupp had sent for splints and bandages.
"She's very pretty," said Jupp, For Pete hadn't kicked her face. "She's very pretty."
"She's as good as gold, by God!" said Quin.
"Humph," said Jupp. "I'll come in to-morrow morning early. Shall I send you a nurse?"