And Kenny made a wry face and departed—with torture in his throat. His voice had failed him utterly.
A sleety dawn was graying at the windows.
"Bed!" commanded Barrington briefly.
"Doctor Cole has found another shack. He's waiting for you."
"And you?"
"I'll sleep to-morrow."
CHAPTER XXXIII
IN THE SPAN OF A DAY
Kenny slept heavily until three that afternoon. Don wakened him.