"Any danger?" she heard
him whisper,
The doctor shook his head. "Nothing to worry about. An operation will
not be necessary. But he's had a narrow squeak. With whom has he been
fighting?"
"Thrown from his horse and struck his head on a rock," Parker replied
glibly.
Kay saw the doctor's eyebrows lift slightly. "Did he tell you that was
what happened?"
Parker hesitated a moment and nodded an affirmative.
"Wound's too clean for that story to impress me," the doctor whispered.
"Not a speck of foreign matter in it. Moreover, the wound is almost on
top of his head. Now, if he had been thrown from a horse and had
struck on top of his head on a rock with sufficient force to lacerate
his scalp and produce a minor fracture, he would, undoubtedly, have
crushed his skull more thoroughly or broken his neck. Also, his face
would have been marred more or less! And if that isn't good reasoning,
I might add that Miguel Farrel is one of the two or three men in this
world who have ridden Cyclone, the most famous outlaw horse in America."
Parker shrugged and, by displaying no interest in the doctor's
deductions, brought the conversation to a close.
That the return trip to the ranch, in Don Mike's present condition, was
not to be thought of, was apparent from the patient's condition. He
was, therefore, removed to the single small hospital which El Toro
boasted, and after seeing him in charge of a nurse the Parker family
returned to the ranch.
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