“Where might I find the nearest doctor?” inquired Cavendish.
“Within about six foot of you,” said one of the group.
“Meaning yourself?”
“Meaning myself.”
Briefly Cavendish told the story of Yancy's rescue.
“Now, Doc, I want you should cast an eye over the way we've dressed his cuts, and I want the rest of you to come and take a look at him and tell who he is and where he belongs,” he said in conclusion.
“I'll know him if he belongs within forty miles of here in any direction,” said the doctor. But he shook his head when his eye rested on Yancy. “Never saw him,” he said briefly.
“How about them bandages, Doc?” demanded Cavendish.
“Oh, I reckon they'll do,” replied the doctor indifferently.
“Will he live?”