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With plain misgivings, he left her, and presently she heard the

sound of his galloping horse. It seemed to her for a moment as if

she must call him back, but she strangled the cry in her throat.

She locked the door and bolted it, then turned back to the bed,

upon which the wounded man was beginning to moan in his delirium.

CHAPTER X -- DOC LEE

Arlie knew nothing of wounds or their treatment. All she could do

was to wash the shoulder in cold water and bind it with strips

torn from her white underskirt. When his face and hands grew hot

with the fever, she bathed them with a wet towel. How badly he

was hurt--whether he might not even die before Dick's return--she

had no way of telling. His inconsequent babble at first

frightened her, for she had never before seen a person in

delirium, nor heard of the insistence with which one harps upon

some fantasy seized upon by a diseased mind.