"Oh, dear," exclaimed Sarah, all sympathy. "What shall we do?" She approached Blue Bonnet with a very serious face. "We shall have to get a doctor to set his arm right away," she said in a low tone. "You know the bones go crooked if they're not set soon." "If he can get up into the buckboard we can take him to the doctor, that'll be quicker," replied Blue Bonnet. Sarah went back to the boy. He still sat, rather dazed and white, looking disgustedly at his injured arm. "Say," she began hesitatingly; she wished she knew his name--"say" was so plebeian; "--are you too badly hurt to get into the buckboard?" "No, indeed," he replied cheerfully. "Be--with you--in a minute. But sorry--to trouble you." "It's no trouble," said Sarah. "We're terribly sorry about your arm." "Nothing much,--only a bother," he maintained stoutly, setting his teeth as he said it and scrambling to his feet. Then he swayed and would have fallen if Sarah had not caught him. He clung to her for a moment, fighting the dizziness with all the pride of his seventeen years, then giving in sheepishly, let her lead him to the buckboard. Once there he leaned weakly against the wheel, while the two girls, anxious and frightened, yet too considerate of his feelings to show their concern, watched him in speechless sympathy. At last he straightened up and gave a short, embarrassed laugh. "Reckon I've got a funny-bone in my head," he said impatiently. Then steadying himself with his right hand he climbed slowly into the back seat of the buckboard. "We'd better go to Jonah at once, don't you think--for the doctor?" Blue Bonnet asked him. "Is it far?" he asked. Blue Bonnet looked her surprise and he added: "I don't know these parts. I'm camping up at the Big Spring and was just riding down this way looking for a place they call Kooch's." "Why, we've just come from there," exclaimed Blue Bonnet. "Then it is near?" he asked. "I'd begun to think I must have taken the wrong road." "Just a mile or two back," explained Blue Bonnet. "Then if you will kindly take me there, I'll not trouble you any further," the youth said eagerly. "But you must have your arm set right away," protested Sarah. "Well, if the man I was looking for is at Kooch's, maybe he can set it," he replied, adding, "He's a 'medic' from Chicago--a friend of a cousin of mine. Left college on account of lung trouble, and I heard he was camping on Kooch's ground somewhere." "Maybe it was his tent we saw back there a ways," said Sarah. "That's quite near." Blue Bonnet turned the horses and driving very slowly, so as not to hurt the boy's injured arm, went back over the road they had just traversed. It was not long before they came in sight of the tent she and Sarah had noticed; a rather high fence prevented her approaching it very closely, and she stopped just opposite the camp. "I reckon you'll have to go and see if the man's there, Sarah," said Blue Bonnet.