He gazed resentfully at his parted leader as he hung up the rod on the nails at the rear of the small porch, and sighing, entered the office for his surgical case.
"Where is that fellow ?" he demanded of Flaherty, who had followed him in.
"That's him settin' on the wagon seat up with Wid Gardner, in the road," replied the messenger.

"He's got his foot up on the dash board like it was sore, ain't he ?" Grumblingly Dr.Allen Barnes passed on up the road to the wagon where two passengers awaited his coming.
"Are you the man that wants me ?" he asked, looking up at Sim Gage.
"Why, yep," said Sim Gage, his face puckered up into his usual frown of perplexity.

"I reckon so, Doc.

I got my leg hurt." "Well, come on over to the hospital." "Hospital?
I can't go to no hospital.

I can't afford it, Doc." "Well, I can't cut your leg off right out here in the street, can I, man?
I'm offering you the hospital free--the Company takes care of those things.