And a poultice or something on her chest, I reckon." Lone turned to the door, stopped to roll a cigarette, and watched Mrs.Hawkins hurrying to Lorraine with a whisky toddy the cook had mixed for her.
"A sweat's awful good for a cold like she's got," he volunteered practically.

"She's out of her head--or she was when I found her.

But I reckon that's mostly scare, from being lost all night.

Give her a good sweat, why don't you ?" He reached the doorstep and then turned back to add, "She left a grip back somewhere along the road.

I'll go hunt it up, I reckon." He mounted John Doe and rode down to the corral, where two or three riders were killing time on various pretexts while they waited for details of Lone's adventure.