Then he yelled his joy.
"Boy, it's better! No sign of gangrene! We'll save your leg!" "Pard, I never feared I'd lose that.

All I've feared was that I'd be club-footed....

Let me look," replied the cowboy, and he raised himself on his elbow.

Wade lifted the unsightly foot.
"My God, it's crooked!" cried Moore, passionately.

"Wade, it's healed.
It'll stay that way always! I can't move it!...