"But it came in a gasser. I remember it all now--nearly all. I--I'm about ruined, I guess." "No, no!" "It caught fire." "You mustn't talk. Everything is all right--all right, honestly. I'll tell you everything, but just you rest now until Buddy comes." There was magnetism to the girl's touch and comfort in her voice. It was some time later that Gray opened his eyes and spoke in a more natural voice, saying, "How do I happen to be here in your house, Allie?" "We brought you over at daylight. Buddy's gone for a doctor, but he'll be back." The girl averted her face quickly and moved toward the window. "I remember being hurt in some way--derrick fell on me, or something. Then the well caught fire. What time is it?" "It's afternoon. About four o'clock. Buddy 'll be back--" Allie's voice caught queerly. "He'll get back somehow." "He ought to be at the well--putting it out. God! What a sight! I see it yet!" "The well is out!" Allie returned and seated herself beside the bed. "You probably won't understand it or believe it--I can scarcely believe it myself, for it's a miracle. All the same, it is out, shut in, and not much damage done. You're not ruined, either, for Buddy says they're short of fuel here, and a gasser this size is worth a good deal--'most as much as a fair oil well.'" "How can it be shut in? It was blazing, roaring--a tower of flame. The derrick itself was going--" "I know, but the strangest thing--" Allie spoke breathlessly. "Let me do the talking, please. You remember the drill stems were standing over in one corner? Well, the fire drove everybody off, of course; there was no facing it, and they thought sure they'd have a job--have to send for boilers and smother it down with steam, maybe, or tunnel under, or something--work for days, maybe weeks, and spend a fortune. Anyhow, they were in a panic, but when the derrick went down what do you think? That stack of drill stems fell in such a way as to close the gate valve at the top of the casing." Gray frowned, he shook his head. "Impossible. You're trying to ease my mind." "Of course it's impossible. But it happened, just as I tell you. Buddy had a bar fixed in the valve wheel, like a long handle, so that a half turn, or maybe a quarter, would shut it. Anyhow, those drill stems caught that bar in falling and closed the valve. Somebody said it happened once before, to an oil well over in Louisiana--" "It--sounds incredible." The speaker made an effort to collect himself, he raised an uncertain hand to his bandaged head. "What ails me? I recall a lot of things, but they're pretty well confused." Allie made known, the nature of the accident resulting in Gray's injury, and he nodded his understanding. "So Buddy saved my life!" He smiled. "Great boy, Buddy! I'll know better than to mix it with him again--he learns too quickly."