sheepman was going to upset the probabilities and get well.

"Which merely shows, ma'am, what is possible when you give a
sound man twenty-four hours a day in our hills for a few years,"
he added. "Thanks to your nursing he's going to shave through by
the narrowest margin possible. I told him to-day that he owed his
life to you, Miss Messiter."

"I don't think you need have told him that Doctor," returned that
young woman, not a little vexed at him, "especially since you
have just been telling me that he owes it to Wyoming air and his
own soundness of constitution."

When she returned to the sickroom to give her patient his
medicine he wanted to tell her what the doctor had said, but she
cut him off ruthlessly and told him not to talk.

"Mayn't I even say 'Thank you?'" he wanted to know.

"No; you talk far too much as it is."

He smiled "All right. Y'u sit there in that chair, where I can
see y'u doing that fancywork and I'll not say a word. It'll keep,
all right, what I want to say."

"I notice you keep talking," she told him, dryly.

"Yes, ma'am. Y'u had better have let me say what I wanted to, but
I'll be good now."