"I apologize. I am only bitter," he said. "Don't mind what I say.… It's so good of you—to do this."
Then in silence Lenore dressed his wound, and if her heart did beat unwontedly, her fingers were steady and deft. He thanked her, with moody eyes seeing far beyond her.
"When I lie—over there—with—"
"If you go!" she interrupted. He was indeed hopeless. "I advise you to rest a little."
"I'd like to know what becomes of Glidden," he said.
"So should I. That worries me."
"Weren't there a lot of cowboys with guns?"
"So many that there's no need for you to go out—and start another fight."
"I did start it, didn't I?"
"You surely did," She left him then, turning in the doorway to ask him please to be quiet and let the day go by without seeking those excited men again. He smiled, but he did not promise.