The bronzed miner hesitated for some time, then held out his hand, which Floyd took.
“I swear to you, Charlie,” he said, “that I won’t start anything myself, if that’s what you want. Of course, if Crawford tries anything on me I’ll have to defend myself. You couldn’t expect me to take it without lifting a finger.”
“Certainly not,” the young doctor agreed. “Mind you, though, you’ve got to refrain from anything hostile, unless you actually catch him in an attempt on you—which is out of the question, as he would be incapable of doing such a thing.”
“Incapable your grandmother!” was the scornful response. “You don’t know Win Crawford as well as I do. I’ve given you my word, though. Now what else do you want?”
“I want you to remember what will happen to you if you fail to keep this oath. Will you?”
“I ain’t likely to forget. Is that all? What was it you wanted me to do in New York?”
“To go to see some one who can help you, if any one can.”
“You mean a doctor?”
“Yes, a great one—the head of one of the biggest hospitals in the city.”
“Look here!” Stone burst out angrily. “Are you trying to have me sent to an asylum?”