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With the help of Miss Rutherford, which was given as a matter of course and quite without embarrassment, Dave dressed and bandaged the hurt like an expert. In his adventurous life he had looked after many men who had been shot, and had given first aid to a dozen with broken bones. Roy winced a little at the pain, but he made no outcry. He was not a baby about suffering.
As it was but a short distance away, the boys allowed the car to stay in the shed and walked to the place. A big crowd was collecting, and by the time the concert commenced, the spot was jammed with people. "It's a lucky thing your friend got reserved seats for us," observed Dave to Roger. "Just look at the crowds coming in!" Phil had gone off to get some programs.
Roger was at the wheel and it was decided that Dave and Phil should ride on the back seat, so as to be company for each other. Mrs. Morr came out on the veranda of the mansion to wave them a farewell. "Keep out of trouble, Roger!" she called. "Remember, there are a good many autos around the lake, and some of the drivers are very fast and very careless."
He just likes to hear himself scold." "He has a terrible temper." "Oh, I know half the town is scart to death of him. But he always will take a jolly from me. We understand each other, Dave and I. Say, Ma, these rubber boots leak. Did you know that? Yes, siree! They leak like sieves. I might as well be without 'em." Mrs. King sighed.
Dave thrust out his arm violently, knocked the instrument to the other side of the room, and kicked wickedly. "The pison's wurrkin'," whispered Maloney quite loud. "Oh, my gracious!" groaned Mother. "The poor crathur," said Mrs. Maloney. There was a pause. "Phwhat finger's bit?" asked Maloney. Joe thought it was the littlest one of the lot. He approached the sofa again, knife in hand.
I am afraid that Dave has told the men about you, so they will be anxious to see my my daughter." Jean asked no further questions, but her face was very pale and her heart beat fast. She felt more helpless than she had been when with her Indian captors upon the river. What could she do to defend herself? She thought of the guns in the other room, and wondered if they were loaded.
They had to proceed with great care, for in spots the water was still running over the rocks and the footing was very slippery. They had a rope with them and all took hold of this, Dave being in front, Phil coming next, and Roger bringing up the rear. "It's not such an easy job as I thought it would be," panted Phil, after they had made an unusually difficult turn of the ledge.
He felt mad that it hadn't struck him sooner. Pinter and Kullers had also shifted their tent down into a nice quiet place in the Bush close handy; so, early next Sunday morning, while Pinter and Kullers were asleep, Dave posted Jim Bently to watch their tent, and whistle an alarm if they stirred, and then dropped down into Pinter's hole and saw at a glance what he was up to.
I tell you the sight of Flush of Gold had sent Dave clean daffy. Old Victor Chauvet insisted after Dave left that he had been drunk. And so he had. He was drunk, but Flush of Gold was the strong drink that made him so. "That settled it, that first glimpse he caught of her. He did not start back down the Yukon in a week, as he had intended. He lingered on a month, two months, all summer.
This time Dick did not feel called upon to interfere. "Now, you tell us all about this queer game!" commanded Dave Darrin, his eyes flashing warningly. "If you don't, we'll shake it out of you; or we'll roll you in the snow until we soak the truth out of you! What do Fred Ripley and his crowd mean to do out here to-night?" "I I don't know," gasped Hen. "Yes, you do," warned Dave Darrin crisply.
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