“A good-natured Mexican.”
“Well, he may have been good-natured enough; but I reckon he never even saw the book—here, let me show you!”
An admiring crowd watched the physician-to-be skilfully bathe and bind an ugly wound; a proceeding which caused Cranny once more to become the victim of disturbing thoughts.
Tom’s career was all settled upon. He had wisely made a selection and with a definite purpose in view could look forward to the future without fear or worry. Deep in the midst of gloomy reflections he lifted his head, as these words spoken by the newspaper man reached his ears.
“I say! Is there any chap in the crowd who’d like to help me finish my article?”
On the spur of the moment Cranny answered:
“Sure thing! I’ll do it.”
“Well, isn’t this simply fine? Can you write fast?”
“So fast that when it’s done nobody can read it,” grinned Cranny.
“Never mind. I’ll risk it. When will you start?”