“I guess he knows his business.”
There was a silence. Kirk’s ears were straining for sounds from above.
“It’s hell,” said Steve.
Kirk nodded. This kind of talk was more what he wanted. The doctor meant well, but he was too professional. Steve was human.
“Go and get yourself a drink, Steve. I expect you need one.”
Steve shook his head.
“Waggon,” he said briefly. And there was silence again.
“Say, Kirk.”
“Yes?”
“What a wonder she is. Miss Ruth, I mean. I’ve helped her throw that medicine-ball—often—you wouldn’t believe. She’s a wonder.” He paused. “Say, this is hell, ain’t it?”