Louise swallowed the fiery dram.
"That--that would raise the dead!" she gasped, wiping sudden tears from her eyes.

She sat up, pushed back the hair from her brow, and began to glance about.
"How's your man ?" Bryant asked the doctor.
"Right as a trivet--if no complications set in.

Have him stowed on a cot in the inner room.

Bring on your next." "You ought to be the next," said Lee, darkly.
"Because I grabbed her?
Well, I'll use her another time if she's about.

Steady as a pin.