indicated and with a groan lay down. Peter jerked his head in admiration.
"You are some person, Jude! Keep boiling water going. I'm going to wash that wound of Doug's every hour. This cattle country is the devil for infection."
"Oughtn't we to take him up to Mountain City?" asked Jude, in sudden anxiety. "We could get Young Jeff's auto."
"At the first sign of trouble, I will," replied Peter. "But I think I've had more experience with gunshot wounds than Doc Winston's had."
There was a renewed sound of scratching and whining at the door. Douglas opened his eyes. "Better let Prince in long enough to see that I'm all right," he said.
Peter groaned. "Another insult to Sister! However, if he and the pup won't fight—"
"I'll answer for Wolf Cub." Judith tossed a warning glance at the corner where gray ears were twitching restlessly.
Peter opened the door carefully. Sister and Prince stormed in. There was a mix-up, during which the pup did not stir from his corner and Sister was shoved out the door, snapping at Prince as she went. Prince wagged his tail at Judith and Peter, then put his forepaws on the bed and gazed anxiously at Douglas. He sniffed at the wounded shoulder, wriggled and gave a short, sharp bark.
Doug opened his eyes. "It's all right, Prince."
Prince licked Doug's cheek.
"So that's understood," said Peter, taking Prince by the collar, "and you can just step out and talk it over with gentle little Sister."
Douglas closed his eyes again. Judith sat down on the floor, her back against the bed. Peter lighted his
