All the rest of that day some one of the children sat beside the wounded man, who was quiet and satisfied just as long as there was a small hand for him to hold.
"He must be a family man," observed Mr.Cavendish when Polly told him of this.

"We'll tie up at Pleasantville landing and learn who he is." "He had ought to have a doctor to look at them cuts of his," said Mrs.
Cavendish.
It was late afternoon when the landing was reached.

Half a score of men were loafing about the woodyard on shore.

Mr.Cavendish made fast to a blasted tree, then he climbed the bank; the men regarding him incuriously as he approached.
"Howdy," said Cavendish genially.
"Howdy," they answered.
"Where might I find the nearest doctor ?" inquired Cavendish.
"Within about six foot of you," said one of the group.
"Meaning yourself ?" "Meaning myself." Briefly Cavendish told the story of Yancy's rescue.
"Now, Doc, I want you should cast an eye over the way we've dressed his cuts, and I want the rest of you to come and take a look at him and tell who he is and where he belongs," he said in conclusion.
"I'll know him if he belongs within forty miles of here in any direction," said the doctor.

But he shook his head when his eye rested on Yancy.