I've got a deuced bad shoulder and a worse arm, and I'm going down to a good surgeon as fast as I can." "Didn't they send Weston up with you ?" asked Howland.

He knew that Weston was the best "accident man" in the company's employ.
"Yes--Weston," replied the senior, eying him sharply.

"I don't mean to say he's not a good man, Howland," he amended quickly.

"But he doesn't quite seem to take hold of this hurt of mine.

By the way, I looked over our pay-roll and there is no Croisset on it." For an hour after breakfast the two men were busy with papers, maps and drawings relative to the camp work.