But now Kate Cumberland advised: "Buck, you're tired out; you don't know what you're saying.

Better go up to bed." He flushed a ruddy bronze.
"D'you think I'm jest talkin' words, Kate, to hear myself talk ?" "Listen!" broke in Joe Cumberland, and raised a bony forefinger for silence.
* * * * * And the doctor noted a great change in the old man.

There was no longer a tremor in his body.

There was only a calm and smiling expectation--a certainty.

A tinge of colour was in his withered face for the first time since Byrne had come to the ranch, and now the cattleman raised his finger with such an air of calm authority that at once every voice in the room was stilled.
"D'ye hear ?" They did not.