И проиграли бой

           Thetent-flapswhippedopen,admittingDr.Burton.Inhishandshecarriedapotofsteamingwater."Thislooksliketheholyfamily,"hesaid."Mactoldmeyouwerestiffeningup."

           "I’mprettysore,"saidJim.

           Doclookeddownatthegirl."Doyouthinkyoucouldputthatbabydownlongenoughtoholdsomehotclothsonhisshoulder?"

           "Me?"

           "Yes.I’mbusy.Gethiscoatoffandkeephotwateronthestiffplace.Don’tgetitinthewoundifyoucanhelp."

           "D’youthinkIcould?"

           "Well,whynot?Hedidthingsforyou.Comeon,gethiscoatoffandstripdownhisshirt.I’mbusy.I’llputonanewbandagewhenyoufinish."Hewentout.

           Thegirlsaid,"D’youwantmeto?"

           "Sure.Whynot?Youcan."

           ShehandedthebabytoJoey,helpedJimoffwithhisbluedenimjacketandslippedhisshirtdown."Don’tyouwearnoun’erclo’s?"

           "No."

           Shefellsilentthen,andputthehotclothsontheshouldermuscleuntilthesorestiffnessrelaxed.Herfingerspressedtheclothdownandmovedabout,pressingandpressing,gently,whileheryounghusbandlookedon.InalittlewhileDr.Burtonreturned,andMaccamewithhim,carryingabigpieceofblackmeatonastick.