"She'll been bad broke.

We mus' have docteur soon." For half an hour the old man did the best he could, cleansing and rebandaging.
"We _mus_' have _docteur_!" complained he, mindful of Jamieson, far away, busy with cases as bad as this.
For half an hour or so Josephine remained in her own room above, having done all she could to establish some sort of order.

All at once to her strained senses there seemed to flash some apprehension of a coming danger.

She rose, tiptoed to her door, looked down.

A moment later she turned, and caught up an old pistol which hung on the wall near the door in the narrow hallway.