"You'll know when you are really fit,"
he said, smiling, "because your back will tell you better than I can.
You're a mighty fortunate young man!"
"You sure fixed me up fine, Doc. You was sayin' I could leave here
next week?"
"Yes, if you keep on improving--and I can't see why you should not.
And I don't have to tell you to thank Miss Gray for what she has done
for you. If it hadn't been for her, my boy, I doubt that you would be
here!"
"She sure is one jim-dandy nurse."
"She is more than that, young man." Andover cleared his throat.
"There's one little matter that I thought best not to mention until you
were--pretty well out of the woods. I suppose you know that the
authorities will want to--er--talk with you about that shooting
scrape--that chap that was found somewhere out in the desert. The
chief of detectives asked me the other day when you would be around
again."
"So, when I git out of here they're goin' to arrest me?"
"Well, frankly, you are under arrest now. I thought it best that you
should know it now. In a general way I gathered that the police
suspect you of having had a hand in the killing of that man who was
found near Sanborn.
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