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"Is there a man named Jim there?" "Speaking, Kate." "I've a message from Belle." "What is the message?" "She is in bed with a cold and fever and wants you not to come tonight. As soon as she is up she will let you know." Belle held her peace till Kate left the telephone. "I can't make Doctor Carpy out," she grumbled.
Hawk could contemptuously refuse its overtures; Laramie could for reasons of his own accept them; the Falling Wall rustlers were out for a good time or they would not have been rustling and they would celebrate any time at anybody's expense except their own; Carpy could believe it was to usher in a better feeling everyone to his taste.
Yet such was the younger man's natural stubbornness that left to his own devices he would have fought out the battle against death right where the failing man lay; only the judgment of Lefever and Carpy swayed him in the circumstances.
The old man was game, boys, but he didn't have no show. He managed to get his gun out, both men a-shootin' at him." "Both!" echoed Laramie, bitterly. Sawdy swore a withering oath. "Is my father dead?" cried Kate in agony. "Not yet," replied Bradley disconcertingly. "We must get Carpy up there quick. Hunt him up, will you, John?" said Laramie to Lefever. "Hold on," interposed Bradley.
She knows Miss Pettigrew and does not think she is the kind of person who would attach excessive importance to the position of Lalage's legs. She thinks that the maxim referred to by Lalage there evidently was a maxim in her mind when she wrote must have fallen from the lips of Miss Campbell, the mathematician, Carpy, or the purple-gowned woman.
"I mean he's lying near here bleeding to death this minute and Doctor Carpy in Medicine Bend." In tones broken with anger and excitement, Belle told the disconnected story as it had come to her in jerks and nods and oaths from McAlpin at the barn, and in the little she had pulled out of Laramie himself when she took food to him. Then came in terribly heated words the brunt of her anger at Kate.
McAlpin stood in the gang-way talking to some man who evidently caught a glimpse of Laramie, for he said rudely and loud enough for Kate to hear: "Hell, McAlpin! There comes your dead man now!" Kate recognized the heavy voice of Carpy and shrank back. The doctor, McAlpin behind him dumbly staring, confronted Laramie at the door: "What are you doin' here, Jim?" he demanded.
"Gamblers never have a cent," commented Belle darkly. "That gold piece," explained Laramie, "is not my money, Harry. It's Carpy's money and he'll keep it if I have to make him swallow it." "That's not the question," declared Carpy. "Did you get what you wanted?" Laramie told him he did. "And by the great Jehosaphat," added the doctor, "you bumped into Kate Doubleday!"
"What would I be doing anywhere?" retorted Laramie. "Go back to your den. This man says you're dying." "Well, I'm not getting much encouragement at it I've been waiting for you three hours to help things along. I'm done with the hay." "Looking for a feather bed to die in. Some men are blamed particular." As he spoke Carpy caught his first glimpse of Kate. "Hello!
The doctor sat down and motioned Laramie, despite his impatience, to a chair: "It won't take long to tell you what I've got to tell you," said Carpy, firmly, "but you'll be a long time forgetting it. And the time you ought to know it is now. "Jim!" Carpy, facing him four feet away, looked squarely into Laramie's eyes. "I know you pretty well, don't I? All right! I'm going to talk pretty plain.
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