Rymer, a sandy-haired, blue-eyed young fellow, one of Bryant's staff, walked out of the shack, pulling on his coat.

He had a cigarette in the corner of his mouth, at which he was sucking rapidly.

In spite of its dark lacquer of tan his face had a grayish tinge.
"Sick ?" he asked of Bryant, jerking a nod toward Louise Graham.
"A bit.

Have Doc give you a little brandy in a glass.

And bring out her things, too." Rymer went back into the shack, presently returning with the liquor and accompanied by the young doctor, who still had his sleeves rolled up.