"My father! How is he?" he exclaimed, as he saw the cook on the verandah.
"Better," was the reply, and the boy felt a sense of relief. "Much better. Come right in and have some hot coffee. I've got it all ready for you."
"Not until I've seen my father," and Roy hurried into the ranch house.
"Is that you, Roy?" called a voice from a bedroom.
"Yes, father! How are you?"
"Considerable better. I hope you were not alarmed."
"Well, I was—some."
Roy saw that his father was in bed. The man looked quite pale, and on a stand, near him, were several bottles of medicine.
"What is it, father?" asked Roy. "What happened?"
"Well, nothing much, though I was afraid it was at the time. I got one of my bad spells of indigestion, and it affected my heart."