Her former misgivings were augmented by the intelligence of Wade's sad, lined face.
"Ben, tell me," she whispered, with a hand going to his arm.
"Miss Collie, I'm a sort of doctor in my way.

I studied some medicine an' surgery.

An' I know.

I wouldn't tell you this if it wasn't that I've got to rely on you to help me." "I will--but go on--tell me," interposed Columbine trying to fortify herself.
"Wils's foot is all messed up.

Buster Jack kicked it all out of shape.
An' it's a hundred times worse than ever.