The face was flushed, now--which was a good sign; and the feet and ankles were beginning to show signs of restored circulation also--though more reluctantly.
"How she ever got through it I'm not pretending to say," declared Lawler, grimly.

"But she did it, and the frost didn't get her, much.
She'll be fresh as a daisy in a couple of hours." The tall man--Link--had ceased his labors with the woman, and was standing near Lawler.

He grinned at Lawler's words.
His face was flushed, his eyes were glowing with passion as he watched the inert form on the bunk.
"She's a peach," he said, thickly.

Lawler was not looking at him; he was giving all his attention to the woman.
"Della Wharton," continued Link.

"I've seen her at the Two Diamond--runnin' around with Warden.