MacDonald's shrewd eyes observed his perplexity, and once he took an opportunity to whisper: "I guess it's about time for Thorne to get back into civilization.
There's something bad in his system.

Weston told me yesterday that his injuries are coming along finely.

I don't understand it." A little later they returned with Thorne to his room.
"I want Howland to see this south coyote go up," said MacDonald.

"Can you spare him?
We'll be back before noon." "Certainly.

Come and take dinner with me at twelve.