"If you don't find father quiet, you may go in to him." Doctor Byrne obeyed, opening the door softly.

He saw Joe Cumberland prone, of course, upon the couch.

One hand lay as usual across his breast, but the other was at his side, clasped in the hands of Dan Barry.

The old cattleman slept.

Yes, there was no doubt that for the first time in many days he slumbered soundly.