CHAPTER X.
THE WINNING HAND.
In the afternoon Rising drove out in a two-seated buckboard, bringing Hawkins with him and a doctor.
He was astounded when told of what had taken place at the Three-ply.
“Everything seems to happen all in a bunch for you and your pards, Buffalo Bill,” said he. “It would take a lot of average men a month to do what you and your outfit have cleaned up on in twenty-four hours.”
“A lot of average men wouldn’t have the Cody-luck,” said the scout, with a smile.
“I reckon there’s more in that than a person would think.”
“In that, and in having helpers like Nick Nomad and Little Cayuse.”
The doctor examined Jacobs and pronounced him well enough to go back to town with Rising and Hawkins. After dressing Jacobs’ wound, the doctor performed a like service for Chislett and Harkness, and was then sent to the chuck-shanty to look after the baron.
Chislett and Harkness, it was the doctor’s opinion, would soon be as well as ever.
McGowan told them they were to receive double pay while they were laid up, and that they could be laid up as long as they pleased.