Talking by the thought route from Spirit Canyon to Boise City was evidently a bit too much for even their phlegmatic souls to contemplate with perfect calm.
"They'll keep it to theirselves, whether they believe it or not," Frank assured Swan in his labored whisper.

"It don't go down with me.

I ain't supe'stitious enough fer that." "The doctor he comes, don't he ?" Swan retorted.

"I shall go back now and milk the cows and do chores." "But if your shoulder is lame, Swan, how can you ?" Lorraine asked in her unexpected fashion.
Swan swallowed and looked helplessly at the doctor, who stood smoothing his chin.

"The muscle strain is not serious," he said calmly.