When I had thought out the matter a little further, I deliberately sat up in bed, scaring the wits out of all my kind nurses.
"Steele, I'll never get well in this house.

I want to go home.

When can you take me ?" They remonstrated with me and pleaded and scolded, all to little avail.
Then they were persuaded to take me seriously, to plan, providing I improved, to start in a few days.

We were to ride out of Pecos County together, back along the stage trail to civilization.

The look in Sally's eyes decided my measure of improvement.