Her fingers lightly touched his wrist.
“I’m afraid so. Your pulse is thumping pretty fast.”
“Very fast?”
“Yes.”
“You must be mistaken.”
“No, you have fever. You’ll have to rest to-day.”
“I don’t want to rest. I couldn’t if I wanted to.”
“You must!” she said peremptorily. “There’s nothing but the firewood. I can get that.”
“There’s the shack to build,” he said.
“The shack must wait,” she replied.