"You needn't worry.

I was kind of hoping he would do it because I was anxious about the bleeding.

Now we'll get everything fixed up before he comes round again." Seaforth did what he was bidden, and nothing more, for he had been reared in England, and not amidst the firs and snows of Northern Canada where misadventures are many and doctors very few, but he envied the big bushman his skill that day, and Okanagan may have guessed it, for he once smiled a little as he said: "There are lots of things I can't do, and it's not your fault that you were raised back in the old country, where you have other folks to put the patches on to you." "No," said Seaforth, smiling.

"Still, he is my partner, you see.

Now I want to know what we are going to do with him." Okanagan's smile was just perceptible as he held up a ragged piece of lead, but Seaforth saw that he understood all the speech implied, though he made no reference to it, "There's half the trouble gone," he said.