“That's so, all right,” said McClintock. “We did think the danger was past; only we shouldn't have taken any chances.”
At this point they were joined by Dr. Emory.
“Anything new from Buckhorn?” he inquired, anxiously.
“No, it's the same old story. Durks ain't got anybody to send.”
“Damn his indifference!” muttered McClintock.
The doctor, like Holt, fell to mopping his face with his handkerchief.
“Don't he know our danger? Don't he know we can't fight the fire without engines and hose?—that our water supply is about exhausted, and that we'll have to depend on the river?”
Holt nodded wearily.
“It looks as though we were to be left to face this situation as best we can, without help from the outside,” said the doctor, uneasily.
Holt turned to McClintock.