red to be anxious; but being one of the shiftless
kind, he found anxiety far easier than action.

Suddenly Arkansas Bill remarked, "I can't stan' it any longer," and
walked rapidly toward the sick man's hut, and knocked lightly on the
door, and looked in. There lay the sick man, his eyes partly open, and
on the ground, apparently asleep, and with a very purple face, lay Mrs.
Blizzer.

"Do somethin' for her," gasped the sick man; "give her a chance, for
God's sake. I don't know how long I've been here, but I kind o' woke up
las' night ez ef I'd been asleep; she wuz a-standin' lookin' in my
eyes, an' hed a han' on my cheek. 'I b'lieve it's turned,' sez she,
still a-lookin'. After a bit she sez: 'It's turned sure,' an' all of a
sudden she tumbled. I couldn't holler--I wish to God I could."

[Illustration: ARKANSAS BILL KNOCKED LIGHTLY ON THE DOOR, AND LOOKED IN.
THERE LAY THE SICK MAN, HIS EYES PARTLY OPEN. AND ON THE GROUND,
APPARENTLY ASLEEP, AND WITH PURPLE FACE, LAY MRS. BLIZZER.]

Arkansas Bill opened the door, and called Blizzer, and the crowd
followed Blizzer, though at a respectful distance. In a moment Blizzer
reappeared with his wife, no longer fat, in his arms, and Arkansas Bill
hurried on to open Blizzer's door. The crowd halted, and didn't know
what to do, until Moosoo, the little Frenchman, lifted his hat, upon,
which every man promptly uncovered his head.

A moment later Arkansas Bill was on Sim Ripson's horse, and galloping
off for a doctor, and Sim Ripson, who had always threatened sudden death
to any one touching his beloved animal, saw him, and refrained even from
profanity. The doctor came, and the boys crowded the door to hear what
he had to say.

"Hum!" said the doctor, a rough miner himself, "new arrival--been
fat--worn out--rainy season just coming on--not much chance. No business
to come to California--ought to have had sense enough to stay home."

"Look a' here, doctor," said Arkansas Bill, indignantly; "she's got this
way a-nussin' a feller--stranger, too--that ev'ry _man_ in camp wuz
afeard to go nigh."

"Is that so?" asked the doctor, in a tone considerably softened; "then
she shall get well, if my whole time and attention can bring it about."

The sick woman lay in a burning fever for days, and the boys
industriously drank her health, and bet heavy odds on her recovery. No
singing was 'allowed anywhere in camp, and when an old feud broke out
afresh between two miners, and they drew t