“He’ll be all right, don’t you think so, doctor?” Matt asked.
“A lad who can come out from under the influence of a narcotic with such a flow of spirits,” averred the doctor, “is bound to be all right.”
“What’s the matter with me?” the cowboy asked.
“A couple of broken ribs.”
“I thought I’d busted something! Say, Matt!”
“What is it, Joe?”
“The last I remember I was in the office of Random & Griggs. When was that?”
“Last night.”
The cowboy turned his head so he could see the sunlight coming through the window.
“And now it’s this morning?”