“New York City.”
“You’re a long way from home.”
“Yes, I’m feeling that this minute.” She drew the coverlet a little closer to her chin.
He quickly read this sign. “You needn’t be afraid of me.”
“I’m not.”
“Yes, you are. You’re both all of a tremble and white as two sheep—”
“It isn’t that,” wailed the girl; “but I’ve twisted my foot again.” Her moan of pain broke the spell that bound Peggy.
“Would you leave, please, for a moment?” she called to the owner of the cabin. “I’ve got to get up and doctor my patient.”
“Sure!” he exclaimed, moving toward the door. “If I can do anything let me know.”
As soon as her patient’s aching foot was eased Peggy opened the door and peeped out. A faint flare of yellow had come into the east, and beside the fire, rolled in his blanket, the ranger was sleeping. Frost covered everything and the air was keen.