"Why, Nan, it's you."
Her lips quivered. She closed her eyes and murmured:
"Thank God, you're alive!"
"Why, yes," he said, slowly rising. "Very much alive; what's happened?"
She placed her finger on his lips.
"Oh, I remember now."
"You mustn't talk, Jim," she said, with quiet authority. "The doctor will be here in a moment."
"Oh, I'm not hurt much, just a few scratches and bruises." He lifted himself on his elbow. "Oh the snake that choked me! If I could only have killed him I think I'd be happy."
He looked at Nan in a stupor.
"But what on earth are you doing here, Nan?"