Calling a doctor, for instance, seemed to Lorraine rather far-fetched an application of what was at best but a debatable theory.
Considering the distance, he was back in a surprisingly short time with two blankets, a couple of light poles and a flask of brandy.

He seemed as fresh and unwinded as if he had gone no farther than the grove, and he wore, more than ever, his air of cheerful assurance.
"The doctor will be there," he remarked, just as if it were the simplest thing in the world.

"We can carry him to Fred Thurman's.

There I can get horses and a wagon, and you will not have to carry so far.

And when we get to your ranch the doctor will be there, I think.