“I wouldn’t think of troubling you, Mrs. McCoy,” objected Silcott. “All I need is——”
“Rest and good food and proper care. You’ll get it at the Circle Diamond,” the girl interrupted decisively. “We needn’t discuss that. You’re going with us.”
She had her way, as she usually had. After Doctor Irwin had dressed the shoulder the young ranchman got into the back seat of the car beside Ruth. McCoy asked a question point-blank of the fussy little physician:
“What about Tait? Will he live?”
“Ought to. If no complications. Just missed lower intestines—near thing. Lot of damn fools—all of you!” he snorted.
“Sure thing,” grinned Silcott. “Come and see me to-night, Doc.”
“H’mp!”
“I’ll be looking for you, Doctor Irwin,” Ruth called back from the moving car.
The doctor growled out what might be taken for a promise if one were an optimist.
From the rim of the valley McCoy looked down and spoke grimly: “I notice that Tait’s herders have changed their minds. They’re driving the sheep back along the road they came.”