Glenn brought her warm water, a mitigating circumstance.

The morning was cold and thought of that biting desert water had been trying.
"Shore you're doing fine," was Flo's greeting.

"Come and get it before we throw it out." Carley made haste to comply with the Western mandate, and was once again confronted with the singular fact that appetite did not wait upon the troubles of a tenderfoot.

Glenn remarked that at least she would not starve to death on the trip.
"Come, climb the ridge with me," he invited.

"I want you to take a look to the north and east." He led her off through the cedars, up a slow red-earth slope, away from the lake.