the hero's body down to the hips. 'You don't consider wraps of this
sort necessary for a man with a cold, do you, doctor?' Harland asked,
turning to the medical gentleman.

'No; I have not during my practice seen such remedies for colds,'
the doctor replied, with a humorous twinkle in his eye. The high-bred
Mr. Ham was a most pitiable object to look upon as his friend
proceeded to divest him of a horse blanket.

'As a real guarantee against added chill, Mr. Ham should have
provided himself with a buffalo robe, Mr. Drummond.' Harland observed
--"skinny aide out and woolly side in," you know. We could not have
objected so much to that.'

'What!' gasped out the brave Mr. Ham, while a gleam of hope shot
through his eyes like a sunbeam, 'Mr. Drummond could ride away and
get me one in fifteen minutes.'

'Mr. Drummond,' replied Harland, 'this would be absurd. The thing
will be all over in three minutes.'

'But it would keep me warm going home.'

'For only three minutes longer, however,' Harland again replied,
addressing the second. 'Besides,' he added, 'it might be'--and here
stopped short with the manifest intention of torturing the cowardly
wretch. It was noticed by Roland that Ham was constantly casting his
eyes up the hollow, as if expecting somebody. At last a thought
flashed upon him.