"Don't try to think—"
"But it came in a gasser. I remember it all now—nearly all. I—I'm about ruined, I guess."
"No, no!"
"It caught fire."
"You mustn't talk. Everything is all right—all right, honestly. I'll tell you everything, but just you rest now until Buddy comes." There was magnetism to the girl's touch and comfort in her voice.
It was some time later that Gray opened his eyes and spoke in a more natural voice, saying, "How do I happen to be here in your house, Allie?"
"We brought you over at daylight. Buddy's gone for a doctor, but he'll be back." The girl averted her face quickly and moved toward the window.
"I remember being hurt in some way—derrick fell on me, or something.
Then the well caught fire. What time is it?"
"It's afternoon. About four o'clock. Buddy 'll be back—" Allie's voice caught queerly. "He'll get back somehow."
"He ought to be at the well—putting it out. God! What a sight! I see it yet!"