They took the door off its hinges, and Sam with the others carried her up to the house. Wong went into town to ask the doctor to come to Quin's at once "chop-chop," and Dr. Jupp came. He found Jenny on the bed moaning a little. "What's this, Quin?" asked Jupp, who knew Quin well enough. Quin answered sullenly and told the truth. "Tut," said Jupp, "some day you'll get knifed, Quin; why can't you get married and leave the klootchmen alone?" He was a white-bearded old boy, who knew how ignorant he was of medicine. But he knew men. He went over Jenny carefully. "Two ribs broken," he said, "and the small bone of the left arm. And a little concussion of the brain. I think she'll do, Quin." "Thank you," said Quin. Between them they made her comfortable after Jupp had sent for splints and bandages. "She's very pretty," said Jupp, For Pete hadn't kicked her face. "She's very pretty." "She's as good as gold, by God!" said Quin. "Humph," said Jupp. "I'll come in to-morrow morning early. Shall I send you a nurse?" "I'll sit up with her," said Quin. "You'd only send some cursed white woman with notions." "Maybe," said Jupp, "they frequently have 'em incurably." Quin's face was white and hard. He stood up and looked across the bed. "I tell you this little girl is as good as any white woman in town, Jupp." Jupp took snuff habitually; he took some now. "Who the devil said she wasn't?" he asked drily. He left the room. It was early morning before Jenny became conscious, and even then Quin had great trouble with her. For she was very sick. There was no end to his patience. Nor was there any to Sam's. The boy sat outside on the mat all night. "My askee Missus no tellee Boss my go playee Fan-tan," he said nervously. At bright dawn Jenny found Quin half-dozing with his head on the quilt under her hand. She touched his hair tenderly, and he woke up. "Tchorch," she said feebly, with a heavenly smile, "Tchorch!" "Yes, little girl," said George. "I tink I no go away again, Tchorch. I no want to be good, I want to stay with you. What you tink, Tchorch?" The tears ran down George's face. That's what he thought. "I'll kick that damn Pete's head in," said George to himself. "I no want to be good. I jus' want Tchorch," said Jenny. She closed her eyes and slept. XI