"There's no remedy that I ever heard of," said Jack meditatively, in a low, quiet voice.
"Every disease leaves a trail, an' it's by scoutin' along that trail that we-alls hits the remedy," declared Broncho. "Mebbe your eyes is some painful, Jack?"
"Only a very slight throbbing."
"Can you locate this here throbbin'?"
"Seems to be along my eyebrows."
"What for of a play would it be if we-alls ropes an' ties down these throbbin's you mentions with a bandage o' sorts?"
"Might try a cold-water bandage," returned Jack doubtfully, "though I'm afraid only time will cure me."
"As to cold water, that's some difficult to round up, bein' most scarce as ice on this range. Why, this here ocean's as warm as new cow's milk."
"How about a hot-water bandage?" put in Jim, who was listening eagerly to the cowboy's proposals.