Tell Mrs. Jack to have hot water ready."

As Cartwell sprang up the porch steps, Mrs. Newman ran out to meet him.
She was a pretty, rosy girl, with brown eyes and curly brown hair.

"Rhoda! Kut-le!" she cried. "Why didn't I warn her! Put her on the
couch here in the hall, Kut-le. John, tell Li Chung to bring the
hot-water bottles. Here, Rhoda dear, drink this!"

For half an hour the three, with Li Chung hovering in the background,
worked over the girl. Then as they saw her stupor change to a natural
sleep, Katherine gave a sigh that was almost a sob.

"She's all right!" she said. "O Kut-le, if you hadn't come at that
moment!"

Cartwell shook his head.

"It might have gone hard with her, she's so delicate. Gee, I'm glad I
ran out of tobacco this morning and thought a two-mile tramp across the
desert for it worth while!"

The three were on the porch now. The young man in flannels, who had
said little but had obeyed orders explicitly eyed Cartwell curiously.

"You're Newman's engineer, aren't you?" he asked. "My name's DeWitt.
You've put us all under great obligations, this morning."

Cartwell took the extended hand.