“Yes,” replied Lark.
“Jerusalem! That’s odd treatment for a sick man,” said Boone.
“It is the only way to treat my sickness,” replied Lark, in a husky voice.
“You ar’n’t in earnest?”
“Yes.”
Boone could hardly believe his hearing.
“Tie you to a tree?”
“Yes, and it must be a stout one,” murmured Lark.
“A stout one?”