The Arizona copper camp., 1918-02-23

a slap on the rump. The horse moved
away and Ward stared after him with
set lips. Anyway, you can look after
yourself" he said, and balanced upon
his right leg while he swung around
and faced the cabin. 1t was not far
to man with two sound legs. A hum
dred yards, pe-haps.
Ward craw1ed there on his hands and
one knee, dragging the broken leg after
him. It was not nice experience, but
it served one good purpose-it wiped
from his mind all thought of that black
past wherein Buck had figured so
shamefully. He had enough to think of
with his present plight, without Wor-
rying over the past.
In half an hour or so Ward rested his
arms upon his own doorstep and drop
ped his perspiring face upon them. He
lay there a long while in a dead faint
After awhile he moved, lifted his
head and looked about him duly at first
and then with a certain stoical accept
ance of his plight. He looked into the
immediate future and tried to forecast
its demands upon his strength and to
prepare for them. He crawled farther
up on the step, reached the latch and
opened the door, He crawled in, pulled
himself up by the foot of his bunk and
sat down weakly with his head in his
hands. Like a hurt animal, he had
obeyed his instinct and had crawled
home.
His eyes went slowly around the cab
in, measuring his resources and his
needs and limitations. He pulled his
one chair toward him-the chair which
Buck O.ney had occupied so unwilling
ly-and placed his left knee upon it.
He managed to reach the cupboard
where he kept his dishes, and took down
bottle. of liniment and box OF car
bOliZed vaseline which he happened to
have. He was near the two big zinc
water pals which he had filed that
morning just to show Buck Olney how
cool he was over his capture, and he
bethought him that water was going to
be precious in the next few weeks.
He lifted down one pail ana swung
it forward as far as he could and set
it on the floor ahead of him. Then he
swung the other pail beside it. Pain
fully he hitched his chair alongside,
lifted the pals and set them forward
again. He did that twice and got them
beside his bunk.s He went back and in
spected the teakettle, found it half full
and carried that also beside the bunk.
Then he rested awhile.
Bandages! Well, there was a new
flour sack hanging on nail. He stood
up, leaned and got it, and while he
was standing he reached for the cigar
box, where he kept his bachelor sewing
outfit-two spOols of very coarse thread,
some large eyed needles to carry it, an
assortment Of buttons and a pair Of
scissors. He cut the -four sack into
strips and sewed the strips together;
his stitches were heater than you might
think.
When the bandage was long enough
he rolled it as he had seen doctors do,
and fshed some pins out of the cigar
box and laid them where he could get
his fingers on them quickly. He stood
up again, reached across to a box of
canned milk and pried off the lid. "I'm
liable to need you, too," he muttered
to the rows of calls, and pulled the box
close. He took Buck Olney's knife and
Whitfield some very creditable splints
from the thin boards and rummaged in
his ''warbag" under the bunk for hand
kerchiefs with which to wrap the
splints.
When he had done all that he could
do to prepare for the long siege Of pain
and helplessness ahead of him he NOV
ed along the bunk until he was sitting
near the head of it with his broken leg
extended before him and took a last
look to make sure that everything was
ready. He felt his gun at his hip, re-
moved belt and all and threw it back