The doctor reached the struggling man and held out his arms.
"Give me the little chap," he demanded in his brusque fashion.
Steve turned his head. He stared at him in the fashion of a blind man.
"No!" he said sharply. Then he added with almost insane passion, "Not on your life!"
CHAPTER XI
STEVE LISTENS
"We've got 'em beat."
The man of healing recovered the sick man's feet with the blanket, and rolled the old dressings he had just removed into a bundle ready for the camp-fire outside.
"You mean——"