In the past few days he scarcely had slept, but had been here and there attending to the wants of surviving sufferers of the boat encounter.

None the less he smiled as he held out his hand to Josephine.
"How is my patient ?" he inquired.

"Plumb well, of course.

And how about this new one--I thought I fixed him up before he came home.
I've been grunting at Eleazar all the way, telling him it's all foolishness, my coming away out here--he could have fixed Dunwody's leg up, somehow.

I suppose you know the old man's son, Hector.