Joanne was coming to them again. She laid a cool hand on his forehead and held up a warning finger to MacDonald.
"Hush!" she said gently, "Your head is very hot, dear, and there must be no more talking. You must lie down and sleep. Tell John good-night, Donald!"
Like a boy MacDonald did as she told him, and disappeared through the cabin door. Joanne levelled the pillows and lowered John's head.
"I can't sleep, Joanne," he protested.
"I will sit here close at your side and stroke your face and hair," she said gently.
"And you will talk to me?"
"No, I must not talk. But, John——"
"Yes, dear."
"If you will promise to be very, very quiet, and let me be very quiet——"
"Yes."