Arnold was looking at her sharply.
“That’s where you’re wrong, Kate,” he said decidedly, “never take chances on the human system. I’ve seen a man come to after being electrocuted. We’ll get busy right now—tomorrow. In the meantime, please remember that I haven’t seen you for many moons. Let’s talk of love, tonight.”
There was a step at the door, and a dusty rider stood there.
“Want to report,” he said, “that I’ve just come up the Pipe and I found tracks—brushed out—at the mouth in Blue Stone—there were two men on foot. No hoof-marks. They looked in behind the willows.”
Kate Cathrew rose straight up to her feet.
“Hell’s fire!” she said.
CHAPTER XVIII
THE FIGHTING LINE AT LAST
Brand Fair haunted the Selwood ranch. He hung to the side of the unconscious man almost night and day.
“What do you think, doctor?” he asked anxiously of the medical man brought in from Bement.
“Frankly, I don’t think,” said that worthy, “these lapses, superinduced by concussion, are treacherous things. He may recover suddenly, or he may die without regaining consciousness. It’s a gamble.”