She caught his hands and pulled them down.
"It's not McGurk! Don't you hear me?
It's Jack!" He reached out, like a blind man who has to see by the sense of touch, and stroked her face.
"Jack!" he whispered at last.

"Thank God!" "What's happened ?" "McGurk--" A violent palsy shook him, and he could not go on.
"I know--I understand.

He took your guns and left you to wander in this hell! Damn him! I wish--" She stopped.
"How long since you've eaten ?" "Years!" "We'll eat--McGurk's food!" But she had to assist him up the slope to the trees, and there she left him propped against a trunk, his arms fallen weakly at his sides, while she built the fire and cooked the food.

Afterward she could hardly eat, watching him devour what she placed before him; and it thrilled all the woman in her to a strange warmth to take care of the long-rider.

Then, except for the disfigured face and the bloodshot eyes, he was himself.
"Up there?
What happened ?" He pointed up the valley.
"The girl and Pierre.