Phil did not wait to be assigned work, but joined the calf branders.
Not until night had fallen and they were gathered round in a semicircle leaning against their saddles did Phil find time to tell the story of the fire. There was some haphazard comment when he had finished, after which Slim spoke.
"So the nester hauled you out. Ce'tainly looks like he's plumb game. You said he was afire when he got you into the open, didn't you, Phil?"
The boy nodded. "And all in. He fainted right away."
"With him still burning away like the doctor's fire there," murmured Healy ironically, with a slight gesture toward the cook.
Phil looked at him angrily. "I didn't say that. Some one put the fire out."
"Oh, some one! Might a man ask who?"
Phil had not had any intention of telling, but he found himself letting Healy have it straight.
"Phyllis."
"About what I thought!" Healy said it significantly, and with a malice that overrode his discretion.