Not that I've got any business taking care of you, but I will." "Why, this ain't nothing," said Sim Gage, pointing a finger towards his swollen knee, "just a leetle kick of a bronc, that's all.

I got to be getting right back, Doc--I ain't got much time." "It don't take much time to cut off a leg," said Dr.Barnes.

"Do it in three minutes." His face, professionally grim, showed no token of a smile.
"Well, I left my folks all alone up there," began Sim.
"You did, eh?
Well, they'll be there when you get back, won't they ?" "I dunno, Doc----" "Well, I don't know anything about it, if you don't.

But tell me, how's the fishing up in there?
Any grayling ?" "All you want," said Sim Gage.

"Come along up any time, and I'll take you out.