“Just like that,” Mary whispered. She wanted terribly to cry.
With a courteous gesture the little man invited Mary and Sparky to resume their positions on the log. Then he sat down at Sparky’s side.
“I,” he said, “am Doctor Salazar. I have studied in your country. Being not unskilled in the medical profession and also possessed of an interest in native life, I was sent to this place that I might make friends of the natives. This, you will see, I’ve done.”
“You are wonderful,” Mary exclaimed. “And you are a doctor.”
“Yes, that is my profession.”
“One member of our party has been injured, how seriously we can’t tell,” Sparky explained.
“I am at your service. Shall we have a look at this man?”
They rose and walked over to Don’s side. He had been sleeping but now stared at them with questioning eyes.
“We have brought you a doctor,” said Mary.
“And not a medicine man either,” Sparky laughed.