"What are you after?" said Sergeant Crisp sharply. "We don't want you here."
"I want to see the doctor," she said earnestly.
"Well?" said The Don, facing round to her.
"Let me nurse him," she said in a hurried, timid voice. "I have had training. You can depend upon me."
The Don hesitated, glancing at her dishevelled, gaudy attire, painted cheeks, and frowsy hair.
"Well," he said, "you may come."
The girl disappeared, and in a very few minutes returned dressed modestly and quietly, the paint and pencilling washed from her face, her hair smoothed behind her ears. The Don looked her over, and nodding approval said: "That is better. Now, hold the light for me."
His examination revealed serious injuries about the head and face, three ribs broken, one piercing the lungs. With Nellie's assistance he managed to dress the wounds and set the broken bones before Shock regained full consciousness.
As they were finishing. Shock opened his eyes and fixed them enquiringly upon The Don's face.
"Well, how do you feel, old chap? Pretty sore, I guess," enquired The Don.