"I reckon all right. I sent Reddy for a doc, but--"
"He got off," murmured Mac pensively.
"I'll go rope another hawss," put in the man who had got off.
"Get a jump on you, then. Miss Messiter, would you like to look
over the place?"
"Not now. I want to see the men that were hurt. Perhaps I can
help them. Once I took a few weeks in nursing."
"Bully for you, ma'am," whooped Mac. "I've a notion those boys
are sufferin' for a woman to put the diamond-hitch on them
bandages."
"Bring that suit-case in," she commanded Denver, in the gentlest
voice he had ever heard, after she had made a hasty inspection of
the first wounded man.
From the suit-case she took a little leather medicine-case, the
kind that can be bought already prepared for use. It held among
other things a roll of medicated cotton, some antiseptic tablets,
and a little steel instrument for probing.
"Some warm water, please; and have some boiling on the range,"
were her next commands.
Mac flew to execute them.
It was a pleasure to see her work, so deftly the skillful hands
accomplished what her brain told them. In admiring awe the
punchers stood awkwardly around while she washed and dressed the
hurts.
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