Two of the bullets had gone through the fleshy part of the
arm and left clean wounds. In the case of the third man she had
to probe for the lead, but fortunately found it with little
difficulty. Meanwhile she soothed the victim with gentle womanly
sympathy.
"I know it hurts a good deal. Just a minute and I'll be through."
His hands clutched tightly the edges of his bunk. "That's all
right, doc. You attend to roping that pill and I'll endure the
grief."
A long sigh of relief went up from the assembled cowboys when she
drew the bullet out.
The sinewy hands fastened on the wooden bunk relaxed suddenly.
"'Frisco's daid," gasped the cook, who bore the title of Wun Hop
for no reason except that he was an Irishman in a place formerly
held by a Chinese.
"He has only fainted," she said quietly, and continued with the
antiseptic dressing.
When it was all over, the big, tanned men gathered at the
entrance to the calf corral and expanded in admiration of their
new boss.
"She's a pure for fair. She grades up any old way yuh take her to
the best corn-fed article on the market," pronounced Denver, with
enthusiasm.
"I got to ride the boundary," sighed Missou. "I kinder hate to go
right now.
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