"That is good," commended Rose, looking curiously after Margaret, who swayed as she went out of the room.
Murray hurried after her. "It is nothing, Miss McAllister, except for the pain and possible fever. Buck will tell you so himself. Drink this."
The cold water made her feel better. "I never realized before—what fighting means," she murmured. "It may be nothing but it looks—terrible."
"Nothing dangerous, I assure you, and perfect health will bring him through. Shall you go on out to the ranch?"
"Why, I must send the medicines."
"Then wait for me to join you at Twin River. I shall not be long."
He controlled the restive team until she was ready and watched her start. When he returned to Rose she had bared and was bathing the wound from which but little blood came, now. When a fresh bandage had been put in place she turned to him with expressive gesture: "Remove all," she commanded, indicating Buck's clothing. She left the room and Murray heard her moving about in the attic while he busied himself in obedience to her orders.
"Who was it, Buck?" he asked, sombrely.
"Did n't see him. Dave, I reckon."
"Was it Dave you was after?"