"My road brand is Billie Prince," he answered.
"Thought so. Where's the other man?"
He nodded toward the cave.
"Call him out," she said curtly.
"I hate to wake him. He's been wounded. All day he's been in a high fever and he's asleep at last."
For the first time her confidence seemed a little shaken. She hesitated.
"Is he badly hurt?"
"He'd get well if he could have proper attention, but a wounded man can't stand to be jolted around the way he's been since he was shot."
"Do you mean that you think he's going to die?"
"I don't know." After a moment he added: "He's mighty sick."
"He ought never to have left town."