"Nothing serious--slight abrasion--trifle feverish.

We'll set you to rights immediately." He bustled to his greatcoat and from one of the deep pockets drew forth a leather medicine case.

"Queer place, queer place," he chuckled, returning with a vial in his hand.

"Were you running when it happened ?" Philip laughed with him, and by the time the doctor had finished he had given him an account of his affair with DeBar.

Not until hours later, when the Cree had left on his return trip and they sat smoking before a roaring fire after supper, did it occur to him how confidential he had become.