stared, looked more closely, and gave a little exclamation.
"Look like someone you know?" asked the girl. "She's the best ever."
"It's Lola," said Stone.
"No," laughed the girl. "Mary."
"Yes," said Stone, "I know that. Mary Leslie. But I called her 'Lola.'"
The girl stared at him in utter astonishment. The others had not noticed their little passage and then the doctor came hurrying in with an assistant, also in white duck, and a bag, the contents of which he started to lay out on the bureau just cleared by the girl.
"You three go to the house," said Doctor Seward. "You can come down later and get the rest of your things. Miss Furniss. I'm going to put this chap under an opiate as soon as we get through with him. Wait a minute," he went on, as he examined the swollen arm. "How did this thing happen?" he queried, sharply. Harvey looked at Stone and the latter answered.
"We are prospecting, doctor," he said. "We were blasting when the accident occurred. A hardwood rod was blown clean through his arm, or rather so far through that we had to pull it clear. We had no disinfectants so we essayed to bring him in to where he could get taken care of. We had hard luck, lost our burros, with the grub. Harvey here came on ahead when Healy collapsed and we stayed with him and tried to pack him in as far as we could. Then Miss Furniss came, providentially, on the scene."
