“I guess you’ll never forget it—my name, I mean.”
“Let’s not talk about that, Della. I’ll get the liniment and the bandages.”
She completed the job, and then the two men helped Della to a spare room, where Jane helped her to undress.
“This was Ben’s room,” said Jane innocently.
“Your brother’s room.”
“We use it for a spare room, since he went away. Now, you have a good sleep, and I’ll see that you have breakfast in bed. If it gets to hurting too much, I’ll send Harry to town for the doctor.”
Della thanked her brokenly, and Jane went back to join Cultus and Harry. Cultus put both hands on her shoulders and looked her in the eyes.
“Jane,” he said seriously, “when you climbed that devil’s chimney in Padre Canyon, I said you was the gamest girl in the world—but what you’ve done to-night shows that along with yore nerve, you’ve got a heart of gold. You deserve all the happiness in the world, and I hope yuh get it.”
“That’s sweet of you, Cultus Collins.”
“I’m not tryin’ to be sweet—just honest. Hasta luego.”