"You 're a doctor," said Ford to the Kafir. "Can you do anything with this?"
"This" was Dr. Jakes. Kamis made an inspection of him and lifted one of the tight eyelids.
"I can make him conscious," he answered, "and sober in a desperate sort of fashion. But he won't be fit for anything. You mustn't trust him."
"Will he be able to doctor Miss Harding?" demanded Ford.
"No," answered Kamis emphatically. "He won't."
"Then," said Ford, "what the deuce are we to do?"
The Kafir was still giving attention to Dr. Jakes, and was unbuttoning the neck of his shirt. He looked up.
"If you would let me see her," he suggested, "I 've no doubt I could do what is necessary for her."
Ford ran his fingers through his short stiff hair in perplexity.
"I don't see what else there is to do," he said, frowning.