Instantly the fire was started, he dropped down by the side of his wounded brother, making a hurried examination of his wounds.
"Give me a piece of lariat," he commanded.
Tony passed over a strip of tough leather. With this the outlaw-chieftain bound the leg just above the wound, administering a drink from his own flask, and turned to Dew Drop.
"Got any saw bones around here?" he demanded sharply. "That's what I brought you back for."
The Indian girl looked at him blankly.
"Pale face medicine man," he explained.
Dew Drop smiled understandingly, but shook her head.
"Two suns journey," she explained, pointing to the north.
"Got a medicine man in your village, then? We've got to have some one here quick and I guess a medicine man of one color is about as good as another."