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A
young
man
with
golden
hair
stepped
into
the
room
.
His
face
was
almost
girlish
in
its
delicacy
,
and
his
large
eyes
had
a
soft
,
sad
look
like
those
of
a
bloodhound
.
He
carried
his
medical
bag
and
a
brief
-
case
in
one
hand
.
"
How
are
you
,
Mac
?
Dick
got
your
wire
and
picked
me
up
.
"
"
I
’
m
sure
glad
you
got
here
quick
,
Doc
.
We
need
you
right
away
.
This
is
Jim
Nolan
.
"
Jim
stood
up
,
stamping
his
heels
into
his
shoes
.
"
Glad
to
know
you
,
Doc
.
"
Mac
said
,
"
Better
start
,
Dick
.
You
can
bum
breakfast
at
Al
’
s
Lunch
Wagon
,
on
Townsend
.
Don
’
t
hit
’
im
up
for
anything
else
but
breakfast
.
We
already
got
a
ranch
off
his
old
man
.
Shove
along
,
Dick
,
and
remember
:
tents
,
canvas
,
money
—
and
anything
else
you
can
get
.
"
"
O
.
K
.
,
Mac
.
All
the
names
on
this
list
good
?
"
"
I
don
’
t
know
.
Try
’
em
.
You
want
me
to
drive
’
em
up
to
you
?
"
"
Go
to
hell
,
"
said
Dick
.
He
went
out
the
door
and
closed
it
behind
him
.
The
candle
and
the
dawn
fought
each
other
so
that
together
they
seemed
to
make
less
light
than
either
would
have
made
alone
.
The
room
was
cold
.
Dr
.
Burton
said
,
"
There
wasn
’
t
much
information
in
your
wire
.
What
’
s
the
job
?
"
"
Wait
a
minute
,
Doc
.
Look
out
the
window
and
see
if
you
can
see
any
coffee
cooking
outside
.
"
"
Well
,
there
’
s
a
little
fire
outside
and
a
pot
on
it
,
or
rather
a
can
.
"
