Herrick looked at him squarely.
"I prefer that we should go together," he said drily. "Austin, do
you mind staying here for ten minutes? I suppose you haven't your
revolver?"
I hadn't. I carried one usually in accordance with Lessing's
suggestion, but at this moment it was locked in one of the surgery
drawers.
"Never mind," I said. "I don't need it."
Mr. Crowfoot hesitated. Then his hand slipped to his pocket.
Herrick had been cleverer than I gave him credit for.
"If you allow me, Doctor Haverill," he said gravely, "I will leave
you my own. I should much prefer it. We are two, and it would be
better that you should not remain here unarmed."
Again Herrick and I glanced at one another.
"Do you usually carry a revolver when you take your evening strolls,
Mr. Crowfoot?" he asked.
"It is a precaution," replied the little botanist, "which I consider
to be quite harmless. As you put a similar question to your friend
just now I presume the habit is not confined to myself."
"Take it," said Herrick curtly. "We'll be back in a quarter of an
hour." And he disappeared with Crowfoot along the path toward
Sliefer's farm.
Left alone, my first and perhaps pardonable impulse was to examine
the chambers of the revolver Mr. Crowfoot had just given me. One of
the cartridges had been discharged. I slipped it back into my jacket
pocket, where it would be ready to hand, and took out my cigarette
case. There was nothing to be done for the man beside me until
further help arrived. I reassured myself as to his condition. It
was as Crowfoot had said. The head wound had bled freely, but we had
already partially stanched it with Herrick's handkerchief. The right
arm and shoulder were fractured, and I suspected a rib as well. He
could not have fallen directly from the sluice-gate, but from one
side, with the bushes and the water to break his fall. If he had
struck one of the heavy timbers immediately below he would have had
his back broken on the spot. As it was he was in no immediate
danger, unless from a concussion the extent of which we could not as
yet ascertain.
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