You put in about two dozen--and with black thread! Like enough poisoned again." "Well," said Sim, "I didn't want to take no chances of her breaking open again." The doctor was busy, removing the stitches, and with no gentle hand this time made the proper surgical suture.

"Leave it alone this way," said he, "and mind what I tell you.

Seems like you can't kill a man out in this country.

You can do things in surgery out here that you wouldn't dare tackle back in France, or in the States.

I suppose, maybe, I could cut your head off, for instance." "I wish't you would," said Sim Gage.