"Let me bandage your hands," she said.

"I have some salve in my room." Her voice was a balm to the troubled heart of Harrigan.

His knotted forehead relaxed.
"Are you coming up ?" "Aye." He ran up the ladder and followed her to a cabin.

She rummaged through a suitcase and finally brought out a little tin box of salve and a roll of gauze.

As she stooped with her back to him, he saw that her hair was red--not fiery red like his, but a deep dull bronze, with points of gold where the light struck it.