Chapter 68

"This is my show, if you'll allow me, sir," said Lamancha politely. He took a couple of notes from a wad he carried in an inner pocket. "Get hold of the nearest doctor--you can use the post-office telephone--and tell him to come at once, and get everything you need for Stokes. I'll see you again. Don't spare expense, for I'm responsible." The car departed, and the walking party continued its way down the Doran glen. Lamancha's anger was evaporating, philosophy had intervened, and he was prepared to make allowances …