But mostly he sat without motion beside the bed, trying to will the sufferer back to life.
And in the middle of the morning, after taking a temperature, the doctor looked to the rancher with a sort of dull wonder.
"It's dropping ?" whispered Drew.
"It's lower.

I don't think it's dropping.

It can't be going down so soon.

Wait till the next time I register it.

If it's still lower then, he'll get well." The grey man sagged forward from his chair to his knees and took the hands of Calamity, long-fingered, bony, cold hands they were.