"Bully for you, ma'am," whooped Mac. "I've a notion those boys
are sufferin' for a woman to put the diamond-hitch on them
bandages."

"Bring that suit-case in," she commanded Denver, in the gentlest
voice he had ever heard, after she had made a hasty inspection of
the first wounded man.

From the suit-case she took a little leather medicine-case, the
kind that can be bought already prepared for use. It held among
other things a roll of medicated cotton, some antiseptic tablets,
and a little steel instrument for probing.

"Some warm water, please; and have some boiling on the range,"
were her next commands.

Mac flew to execute them.

It was a pleasure to see her work, so deftly the skillful hands
accomplished what her brain told them. In admiring awe the
punchers stood awkwardly around while she washed and dressed the
hurts. Two of the bullets had gone through the fleshy part of the
arm and left clean wounds. In the case of the third man she had
to probe for the lead, but fortunately found it with little
difficulty. Meanwhile she soothed the victim with gentle womanly
sympathy.

"I know it hurts a good deal. Just a minute and I'll be through."

His hands clutched tightly the edges of his bunk. "That's all