I'll stay awhile and rest.

I'm pretty well played out," replied Duane.
Euchre gave him a keen glance.
"Go ahead an' rest.

I'll take your horses to grass." Euchre left Duane alone in the house.

Duane relaxed then, and mechanically he wiped the sweat from his face.

He was laboring under some kind of a spell or shock which did not pass off quickly.