human
No news of poor Sam yet, I suppose?
gpt
Nothing whatever, was Ferry's answer.
human
We cannot even form a conjecture, unless he, too, has been murdered. Think of there being a warrant out for his arrest,--for him, Sam Waring!
gpt
Well, said Kinsey,
human
She has no excuse for coming, captain, said Ferry.
gpt
When she told Cram she must see her husband to-day, that she was out of money and starving, the captain surprised her by handing her fifty dollars, which is much more than she'd have got from Doyle. She took it, of course, but that isn't what she wanted. She wants to get at him. She has money enough.
human
Yes, that woman's a terror, Ferry. Old Mrs. Murtagh, wife of my quartermaster sergeant, has been in the army twenty years, and says she knew her well,--knew all her people. She comes from a tough lot, and they had a bad reputation in Texas in the old days. Doyle's a totally different man since she turned up, Cram tells me. Hello! here's 'Pills the Less,' he suddenly exclaimed, as they came opposite the west gate, leading to the hospital.
gpt
How's your patient, Doc?
human
Well, he's sleeping at last. He seems worn out. It's the first time I've left him, but I'm used up and want a few hours' sleep. There isn't anything to drink in the room, even if he should wake, and Jim is sleeping or lying there by him.
gpt
Oh, he'll do all right now, I reckon, said the officer of the day, cheerfully.
human
Go and get your sleep. The old woman can't get at him unless she bribes my sentries or rides the air on a broomstick, like some other old witches I've read of. Ferry sleeps in the adjoining room, anyhow, so he can look out for her. Good-night, Doc.