“Ah.” Joe’s twisted face took on a curious look. “Yes, I guess I ken do that. What’s to happen o’ night time?”
“Oh, I can sit up with him. The night is all right,” the girl returned easily.
“Guess we’d best take it turn about like,” Joe suggested.
“No, it wouldn’t do.”
“Guess it wouldn’t do. That’s so,” the other observed thoughtfully. “Howsum, I ken set around the kitchen o’ nights. I shan’t need no lights. Y’ see, wi’ the door open right into the hall ther’ ain’t no sound but what I’ll hear.”
The man’s meaning was plain enough, but the girl would not take it.
“No,” she said, “it’s in the daytime I want you.”
“Daytime? I guess that’s fixed.” Joe looked up dissatisfied.
At this juncture Arizona broke in with a scheme for his own usefulness.
“Say, missie, any time o’ night you jest tap hard on that windy I’ll know you want the doc. fetchin’. An’ I’ll come right along up an’ git orders. I’ll be waitin’ around.”