So Mac went to the Mill again, leaving Pete on his back in a fine clean bed for the first time in his life. He was very quiet now. While Mac was at the hospital they had sent for Dr. Jupp to look after Quin. When the old doctor heard what had happened he shook his head. "What did I tell him?" He found Quin pretty sick, but smoking all the same. He was partially stripped and he had plastered the wound till help came with a large pad of blotting paper, which was nearly as primitive as spiders' webs. "Well, I got it, doc'," said Quin. Jupp shook his head again. "You'll never learn sense, I suppose. Let's look. What was the weapon?" They showed him a pickareen, a half-headed pick of bright steel some six inches long. "Lucky for you it wasn't an inch nearer," said Jupp, "or you would have had froth in this blood!" Quin knew what he meant. In any case it was a nasty wound, for part of it was ripped open. Nevertheless Quin smoked all the time that Jupp washed and dressed it, and said "Thank you" pleasantly enough when the job was over. "Go home and lie down," said Jupp. "I'll be up in an hour and see the cause of the war." So Quin, with the help of a clerk in the office, found his way home to Jenny. As he went he saw Mac coming down the road with long strides and waited to hear what they said of Pete. "Will he go up the flume?" asked Quin, using a common Western idiom. "Mebbe," said Mac. "The doc' allowed he couldn't give me a pointer. He said it was a case of might or mightn't." "Damn," said Quin. When he got back to Jenny he never told her he was hurt. He didn't even squeal when she rose up in bed and put her arms about his neck and hurt his wound badly. "I love you, Tchorch. You are velly good to me," said Jenny. XII In a place like the City on the Fraser, the time being years ago, years I count mournfully, one can't expect to run against genius in the shape of surgeons and physicians. But most of the medicine-men had queer records at the back of them, even in B.C. Now Green, for instance, though he had some of a doctor's instincts, didn't really know enough to pass any English examination. He read a deal and learnt as men died or got well under his hands, and the hands of the nurses. As a result of this Pete had a long solid time in bed. Even when he apparently came to there was something very wrong with him. He didn't know himself or anything else. It took Green part of a month to discover that he had better ask old Jupp to come and see his Siwash patient.