Quick movement was balm to his raw-edged nerves, for the suspense of the last two hours had tried him very hard.
When he returned to camp, rather wet and muddy, Clarke was sitting by his patient's side, and Harding saw that Blake was sleeping soundly.
With a sense of thankfulness too deep for expression, he set about preparing the evening meal.

Now he could eat with appetite.
Before he and Benson had finished their supper, Clarke joined them.
"I believe the worst danger's over," he said; "though there's a possibility of a relapse.

He'll need careful attention for several days." "Longer, I think," said Harding.

"Anyhow, you'll have to make up your mind to stay while it strikes us as necessary." "My time's valuable, and you run some risk in keeping me.

You must recognize that there's a strong likelihood that the Stonies will pick up my trail." "If they get here, they'll run up against all the trouble they'll have any use for," Harding replied.