"Huh! Reckon I'm out more'n that. He's in luck this trip."
"How did it happen?"
"That's what I'm wonderin', lady. And say, would you be so kind as to tell me which way is north?"
Despite her solicitude for the recumbent Sundown, Eleanor Loring laughed. "You are in one of the sheep-camps. I'm Eleanor Loring."
"Sheep-camp? Gee Gosh! Did you stop me?"
"Yes. I was just riding into camp when you—er—arrived. I headed the steer back and Fernando cut the rope."
"Thanks, miss. And Fernando is wise to his business, all right."
"Can you sit up now?" she asked.
"Ow! I guess I can. That part of me wasn't expectin' to be moved sudden-like. How'd I get under these trees?"
"Fernando carried you."