He took charge.

The four of them carried the woman up the hill to the car.

He had restoratives which served in good stead now.
"Poor thing!" said he.

"Out all night! It's just a God's mercy she didn't freeze to death, that's all." He himself was wondering at the extraordinary beauty of this woman.
Who was she--what was there in this talk that two ranchmen had made, down there at the dam?
Why, this was no ordinary ranchwoman at all, but a woman of distinction, one to attract notice anywhere.
Mary Warren at last began to talk,--before the smoke cloud drove them down the trail.

"I heard a shot," said she, turning a face toward them.