Mr. Kent and several cowboys came running into the room. Mr. Kent placed his hand over the sufferer's heart. "He is alive, but that's all," he said. "Jim, ride for the doctor." "He never told me how to find my father," said Jack in a low voice. "Oh, if he would only live until he can tell me that! I must go to him! He may be sick or dead, all alone in his cabin!" "Now don't you go to fretting, son," said Mr. Kent kindly. "You just come away from here and go to bed. You're all tired out and worried. This thing will all come out right. The old man may not be so bad off as he seems. We'll get a doctor for him, and he'll fix him up so he can tell you where your father is. If he doesn't I'll send the boys out, and they'll go over all the mountain ranges hereabouts. They can find a maverick in the wildest country you ever saw, and it would be a pity if they couldn't locate a cabin, with all you know about where it is." Jack felt encouraged at this, and said he would go to bed and try to sleep. His companions had retired, as he learned when he got back to the sitting room. "I'll give you a room on the quiet side of the house," said Mr. Kent. "You can change after to-night if you like." He rang a bell, summoning the Chinese cook, who it appeared "was housekeeper and general upstairs girl as well," and gave orders that a certain room should be made ready for Jack. "That loom, him sleep by Cactus Ike," said the Chinese. "Never mind whether Cactus Ike is going to sleep there or not," said Mr, Kent sharply. "You tell Ike he can bunk in with the rest of the boys. He's no better than they are." "Me sabe," replied the Celestial. Jack was too tired to pay much attention to this conversation. Nor did he attach any significance to a talk he heard under his windows a little later. "What's the matter with Ike?" he dimly heard some one ask. "Mad 'cause he got turned out of his room for one of them tenderfoot kids," was the answer. "I wouldn't want to get Ike down on me." "Aw, he's a big bluff." "He is, eh? Well, you wait." But, in spite of his troubles and worriment over his father, Jack was soon asleep from sheer weariness, and when morning came he forgot there was such a person as Cactus Ike. A doctor arrived from Fillmore about breakfast time and examined Mr. Lantry. He said the old man was very sick, and would be for some time. He was out of his head, from fever, and might be so for three weeks. With careful nursing he would recover, said the medical man, and he left some remedies. "We'll see that he gets well," spoke Mr. Kent. "I'll have the cook look after him, for I guess it will be hard to get a nurse out here." "If he only recovers his reason, so he can tell me what I want to know," Jack murmured.