“Don’t know, Doc; he come down the riveh an’ drifted into this eddy. I see his lips movin’, so I jes’ towed ’im in an’ sent fo’ yo’!”
“Just as well, for that wound sure needed dressing. 60 I ’low a horse doctor fixed hit first time,” the physician declared. “He’ll need some care now, but he’s comin’ along.”
“Oh, we’ll look afteh him, Doc! Friend of ourn.”
“I’ll come in to-morrow. It’s written down what to do, and about that medicine. You can read?”
“Howdy,” Prebol muttered, feebly.
“He’s a comin’ back, Doc!” the young man cried, starting up with interest.
“Well, old sport, looks like you’d got mussed up some?” the doctor inquired.
“Yas, suh,” Prebol grinned, feebly, his senses curiously clear. “Hit don’t pay none to mind a lady’s business fo’ her, no suh!”
“A lady shot you, eh?”
“Yas, suh,” Prebol grinned. “’Peahs like I be’n floatin’ about two mile high like a flock o’ ducks. Where all mout I be?”