"I
wonder if she's good for a fifty thousand dollar touch to pay my cement
bill pending the day I squeeze it out of her father? Got to have
cement to build a dam--got to have cash to get cement--got to have a
dam to save the Rancho Palomar--got to have the Rancho Palomar before
we can pull off a wedding--got to pull off a wedding in order to be
happy--got to be happy or we all go to hell together. . . . Well . . .
I'm going down to Miguel's place to dinner to-night. I'll ask her."
The entire Parker family was present when the doctor in El Toro washed
and disinfected Farrel's wound and, at the suggestion of Kay, made an
X-ray photograph of his head. The plate, when developed, showed a
small fracture, the contemplation of which aroused considerable
interest in all present, with the exception of the patient. Don Mike
was still dizzy; because his vision was impaired he kept his eyes
closed; he heard a humming noise as if a lethargic bumble bee had taken
up his residence inside the Farrel ears. Kay, observing him closely,
realized that he was very weak, that only by the exercise of a very
strong will had he succeeded in sitting up during the journey in from
the ranch. His brow was cold and wet with perspiration, his breathing
shallow; his dark, tanned face was now a greenish gray.
The girl saw a shadow of deep apprehension settle over her father's
face as the doctor pointed to the fracture.
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