“We’ll take a look in the mornin’,” said the sheriff. “Some of you boys take the body down to the doctor’s place, will yuh? I’m right in a big jackpot. Anyway, there ain’t nothin’ I can do.”
Several of the men carried Blair’s body down to the doctor’s house, so Hashknife and Sleepy went along.
The doctor was properly indignant, and told them in plain language that he was not running a morgue, so they trooped back uptown with the body.
The doctor recognized Hashknife and Sleepy as being two of the men who had brought in the wounded stranger, and spoke to them about him, asking if they knew where he could get a nurse.
“You might get Mrs. Hawkworth,” said Hashknife. “She sure is a good nurse.”
“The Indian woman? Hm-m-m. I wonder if she would take the case. This man is out of danger, but needs a nurse badly. I can’t be here all the time, and I hate to leave him to the mercies of some man who knows nothing about nursing.”
“How long before he’ll be able to navigate?” asked Hashknife.
“Two weeks at least.”
“Well, I dunno about the Indian woman,” said Hashknife. “I’ll ask her.”
“You’d be doing me a big favor,” said the doctor. “I’ve got to get someone pretty soon.”