"We have mother's clothes-line, if that will do/' said Jean.
"Yo' uns not gwine to empt)- dat stuff in my dish-pan, honey?" exclaimed Susannah, in indigfnant protest, as Mary was fetching the pan.
Mrs. McAlpin laughed.
The seething mixture was lifted dexterously from the coals in the nick of time to prevent an accident by fire. It was then emptied into the dish-pan and stirred to the consistency of blackstrap,—a commodity with which the wayfarers were familiar,—and pieces of the tarred rope were made ready for placing between the doctored hoofs.
"We'll try our Little Doctor s remedy on Scotty's offleader first," said Hal. "If it should kill him, there will be only one dead, and he's nearly dead anyhow."
The poor beast bellowed pitifully as his hoof was plunged into the almost scalding mixture; but like the lassoed victim of a branding iron, he could not get away, and each hoof received its treatment in its turn.
By the doctor's order, a tent had been cut into convenient patches; and the seared feet of the afflicted brute, after a liberal supply of the flour of sulphur had been added to the tar and turpentine, were securely wrapped with the pieces and bound with rope, to protect them from the dust and gravel of the roads.
By the time that each disabled animal had been subjected to this heroic treatment, it was long past noon, and the Captain decided to turn the teams back upon the range for the remainder of the day.
"May I take a ride on Sukie, daddie dear?" asked Jean. "I'll find good grass for her, and plenty of it."
"Yes, Jean. Take her to yonder ravine, where you see a clump of cottonwoods. You'll be pretty sure to find some tender grass at their roots."
