Had he been alone with Cash, he would have fought his way to town and brought help, but with Lovin Child to care for he could not take the trail.
At daylight Cash woke him by stumbling across the floor to the water bucket.

Bud arose then and swore at him for a fool and sent him back to bed, and savagely greased him again with the bacon grease and turpentine.

He was cheered a little when Cash cussed back, but he did not like the sound of his voice, for all that, and so threatened mildly to brain him if he got out of bed again without wrapping a blanket or something around him.
Thoroughly awakened by this little exchange of civilities, Bud started a fire in the stove and made coffee for Cash, who drank half a cup quite meekly.

He still had that tearing cough, and his voice was no more than a croak; but he seemed no worse than he had been the night before.

So on the whole Bud considered the case encouraging, and ate his breakfast an hour or so earlier than usual.