“Can't. Not yet. Might never find it. Might get lost ten feet away from it. Sit over in this stall, near the horses. We'll rush for the house when the blizzard lifts.”
“I'm so stiff! I can't walk!”
He carried her into the stall, stripped off her overshoes and boots, stopping to blow on his purple fingers as he fumbled at her laces. He rubbed her feet, and covered her with the buffalo robe and horse-blankets from the pile on the feed-box. She was drowsy, hemmed in by the storm. She sighed:
“You're so strong and yet so skilful and not afraid of blood or storm or——”
“Used to it. Only thing that's bothered me was the chance the ether fumes might explode, last night.”
“I don't understand.”
“Why, Dave, the darn fool, sent me ether, instead of chloroform like I told him, and you know ether fumes are mighty inflammable, especially with that lamp right by the table. But I had to operate, of course—wound chuck-full of barnyard filth that way.”
“You knew all the time that——Both you and I might have been blown up? You knew it while you were operating?”
“Sure. Didn't you? Why, what's the matter?”