CHAPTER 33WOLF AND CAT
It was the rudest sort of little one-room shack to which the sailor brought Barry Litton; and on the earthen floor of it, in the middle of the spot of moonlight which now shone through the doorless opening in the wall, Willow forced his master to lie down. His blood-soaked clothes were stripped or cut away to the waist, and that purple-welling spout was located in the right side. Willow, when he saw it, turned dizzy and sick.
When at last he found his voice, he exclaimed, “We’re gonna have that little old fountain stopped in no time. Watch me work, chief!”
He ran out and came back with a hatful of fine dust; there was still some warmth from the sun of day in that heap of dust, and the sailor held a handful close against Barry Litton’s side. The latter sighed with
