Troop One of the Labrador by Dillon Wallace
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outer clothing.
The water in the kettle on the stove was now warm enough for Doctor Joe's purpose. He poured some of it into a dish, and after dissolving in it some antiseptic tablets, cleansed and temporarily dressed the wounds. Restoratives were now applied. Lem responded promptly. His breathing became perceptible, and at length he opened his eyes and stared at Doctor Joe. There was no recognition in the stare and in a moment the eyes closed. Presently they again opened, and this time Lem's lips moved. "Where's Jane?" he asked feebly. "Your wife seems to be away and the boys, too," said Doctor Joe. "We found you alone." "Gone to Fort Pelican," Lem murmured after a moment's thought. He stared at Doctor Joe for several minutes, now with the look of one trying to recall something, and at length asked: "What's--been--happenin' to me?" "You've been shot," said Doctor Joe. "We found you on the floor. Some one has shot you." "The silver! The silver fox skin!" Lem displayed excitement. "Be it on the table? I had un there!" |
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