When the Cock Crows

The young woman was now breathing normally. The Captain raised her in his arms and bore her to the shack--across the threshold of which hitherto no woman's foot had stepped. The room was warm with the heat from the cook-stove, which had been left with the drafts open. He laid the girl on his bed, and then brought to her a glass of old brandy, salvaged years before from a wreck, and held intact by him during all this time.