When they had put the man in one of the bunks, Claire spoke quietly. "If you'll wait here, please, I'll get some stuff for bandages." He nodded, and sat down beside the bunk. He watched the face of Tom Lee curiously, and to his inward astonishment found himself reckoning it a very fine face. Here was not one of hybrid orientals who seeks notoriety by taking unto himself a white wife; in repose, the man's face was singularly massive, eloquent of self-repression, instinct with a firm command. Not a handsome face in any sense, but most striking. A man, thought Murray, who lived a stern inner life--a man who had mastered the secret of reserve. "Here," said the girl's voice. Murray turned to her. She was extending several strips of silk and one of linen; her clear eyes spoke of anxious solicitude, but were unembarrassed. "He has not recovered yet?" "Thank you. These are excellent, Miss Lee! I'll have him fixed up in no time. No, I don't want him to recover just yet." He was aware that she had again left the shack, but now he was bending over the man's figure, intent upon his task, bandaging the injured knee firmly and deftly. When at length he finished and sat back, he found that the liquid black eyes of Tom Lee were open and were calmly regarding him. "Broken?" demanded the yellow man laconically. "No; dislocated. You'll be around in a few days." The massive chest heaved, as though in a deep breath of relief. The eyes flickered again to the doorway; following them, Murray saw Claire enter, a basket in her hand. "Fortunately, we've some lunch left, Doctor Murray--oh!" She saw that Tom Lee was awake, and she hastened to the bunk, pressing her lips to the cheek of the yellow man. "I'm so glad it's nothing serious, Father! And wasn't it wonderful to find Doctor Murray----" The big powerful hand of the yellow man patted her shoulder. "It's all right, my dear," said Tom Lee, surprising Murray again by the perfection of his English. "No great harm done. The pictures are safe?" "I broke them--getting you into the car----" "Never mind." The yellow face was quite impassive. "Easy enough to get more, Claire. Why am I in this place, Doctor? And where is it?" Murray explained to him in a few words. "I'll stop here with you, while Miss Lee goes in to town for a wagon or vehicle of some sort--even a buckboard might do. There's no great hurry about it. We're only a few miles from town, and I'd not advise moving you before the morning." "Very well, Doctor," said the deep, grave voice. "Suppose that you leave Claire with me, and you take the car into town. You'll find a thermos of tea in the car--we had an extra one that we did not use. If you'd not mind getting it, I think we can provide a very fair meal."