“Yes, we’re all right,” Papa said, “but the old man has a bad ankle. It looks like we’ll have to carry him out.”
“Your team broke loose and came back to camp about midnight,” Mr. Kyle said. “This really spooked us.
We were sure something bad had happened. Twenty-five of us have been searching since then.”
Several men climbed down the bank and went over to Grandpa. They looked at his ankle.
One said, “I don’t think it’s broken, but it sure is a bad sprain.”
“You’re in luck,” another one said. “We have one of the best doctors in the state of Texas in our camp, Dr. Charley Lathman.
He’ll have you fixed up in no time.” “Yes,” another said, “and if I know Charley, he’s probably got a small hospital with him.”
Back in the crowd, I heard another man say, “You mean that Lathman fellow, who owns those black and tan hounds, is a doctor?”
“Sure is,” another said. “One of the best.” Mr. Kyle asked where my dogs were. I told him that they were treed somewhere.
“What do you mean, treed somewhere?” he asked. Papa explained what had happened.
With a wide-eyed look on his face, he said, “Do you mean to tell me those hounds stayed with the tree in that blizzard?”
I nodded. Looking at me, he said, “Son, I hope they have that coon treed, because you need that one to win the cup.
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