"All right," he answered, grudgingly.
Sam deftly unwound the bandages, examining closely the condition of the foot.
"Bone's in place all right," he commented. "Has the girl rubbed it and moved it every day?"
"Yes."
"Any pain to amount to anything now?"
"Pretty dull work lying on your back all day with nothing to do."
"Yes."
"Took in the country to southeast. Didn't find anything. Picked up a pretty good dog. Part 'husky.'"
Dick had no comment to make on this. Sam found May-may-gwán making friends with the dog, feeding him little scraps, patting his head, above all wrinkling the end of his pointed nose in one hand and batting it softly with the palm of the other. This caused the dog to sneeze violently, but he exhibited every symptom of enjoyment. The animal had long, coarse hair, sharp ears set alertly forward, a bushy tail, and an expression of great but fierce intelligence.