The doctor brought him good news. “Cullison is doing fine. He has dropped into a good sleep. He’d ought to make it all right.”
Curly thought about the girl who had fought for his life.
“You’ll not let him die, Doc,” he begged.
“He’s too tough for that, Luck Cullison is.”
Presently Doctor Brown gave him a sleeping powder and left him. Soon after that Curly fell asleep and dreamed about a slim dark girl with fine longlashed eyes that could be both tender and ferocious.
CHAPTER IV
THE CULLISONS
Curly was awakened by the sound of the cook beating the call to breakfast on a triangle. Buck was standing beside the bed.