When the child came with the water he took a bottle from his pocket, filled the spoon, and handed it to her.
"Hold that steadily," he said.
Then he slid his strong hands under the light frame and turned the face of the faded little creature toward him.
"I am a Medicine Man, Mrs.Jameson," he said casually.

"I heard you were sick and I came to see if a little of this stuff wouldn't brace you up.
Open your lips." He held out the spoon and the amazed woman swallowed the contents before she realized what she was doing.

Then the Harvester ran a hand under her shoulders and lifting her gently he tossed her pillow with the other hand.
"You are a light little body, just like my mother," he commented.

"Now I have something else sick people sometimes enjoy." He held the fruit juice to her lips as he slightly raised her on the pillow.

Her trembling fingers lifted and closed around the sparkling glass.
"Oh it's cool!" she gasped.
"It is," said the Harvester, "and sour! I think you can taste it.