He knelt beside her, folded the blanket over her from the two sides, and tied the corners around her neck snugly, the knot at the back.

In the same way he tied her ankles.

Lorraine found herself in a sleeping bag from which she had small hope of extricating herself.

He took his coat, folded it compactly and pushed it under her head for a pillow; then he brought her own saddle blanket and spread it over her for extra warmth.
"Now stop your bawling and go to sleep," he advised her calmly.

"You ain't hurt, and you ain't going to be as long as you gentle down and behave yourself." She saw him draw the slicker over his shoulders and move back where the shadows were deep and she could not see him.