"I'm real sorry, ma'm," said Buck, smiling quietly at the old woman's volubility, but deliberately cutting it short. "I mean about the shock racket. Y' see she needs fixin' right, an' I guess it's up to you to git busy, while I go an' haul her trunks up from the creek."
Again the woman's eyes opened and rolled.
"What they doin' in the creek?" she demanded with sudden heat. "Who put 'em ther'? Some scallawag, I'll gamble. An' you standin' by seein' it done, as you might say. I never did see sech a place, nor sech folk. To think o' that pore gal a-settin' watchin' her trunks bein' pushed into the creek by a lot o' loafin' bums o' miners, an' no one honest enough, nor man enough to raise a hand to--to----"
"With respec', ma'm, you're talkin' a heap o' foolishness," cried Buck impatiently, his anxiety for the girl overcoming his deference for the other's sex. "If you'll show me the lady's room I'll carry her right into it an' set her on her bed, an'----"
"Mercy alive, what's the world a-comin' to!" cried the indignant farm-wife. "Me let the likes o' you into the gal's bedroom! You? Guess you need seein' to by the State, as the sayin' is. I never heard the like of it. Never. An' she jest a slip of a young gal, too, an' all."
But Buck's patience was quite exhausted, and, without a moment's hesitation, he brushed the well-meaning but voluble woman aside and carried the girl into the house. He needed no guidance here. He knew which was the best bedroom and walked straight into it. There he laid the girl upon an old chintz-covered settee, so that her wet clothes might be removed before she was placed into the neat white bed waiting for her. And the clacking tongue of Ma Ransford pursued his every movement.
"It's an insult," she cried angrily. "An insult to me an' mine, as you might say. Me, who's raised two daughters an' one son, all of 'em dead, more's the pity. First you drown the gal an' her baggage, an' then you git carryin' her around, an' walkin' into her virgin bedroom without no by your leave, nor nuthin'."
But Buck quite ignored her protests. He felt it was useless to explain. So he turned back and gave his final instructions from the doorway.
"You jest get her right to bed, ma'm, an' dose her," he said amiably. "I'd guess you best give her hot flannels an' poultices an' things while I go fetch her trunks. After that I'll send off to Bay Creek fer the doctor. He ain't much, but he's better than the hoss doctor fer womenfolk. Guess I'll git back right away."