Jane lifted Biddy in her arms. "I'm going to put her to bed. Nothing can be done until morning anyhow. Poor baby!" Dan sat staring at the wall until Jane returned. She came and laid a hand on his shoulder and he looked up and his thoughts were suddenly arrested. It was as though Jane had dropped years from her age. The old glow was in her eyes--a soft wonder--a new happiness. The realization impressed him but was lost to the new anxiety that was swiftly rising in his mind. Jane said, "Isn't it wonderful, darling? I can't understand it, but I've seen Biddy's leg and--and I don't care how it happened. I don't care if the man in the hills is true or a part of her imagination. The cure is real--_real_--and I've never been so happy." "I think he's genuine--he has to be--and tomorrow we'll find out about him. But--" "But what, Dan?" "I was just thinking--" Jane sat down on his knee and put an arm around his shoulders. "Dan--you don't seem too happy about it. I don't understand why--" Dan Parker looked at his wife and said, "There's another angle to it, Jane." "Another angle?" "If there is such a man as Biddy describes and he cured her deformity, then he can cure the deformities of others, too." Jane was puzzled. "I suppose that's true." "He could cure young Davey Taber." "Wouldn't that be wonderful?" "I suppose so, but then Davey will take over the foreman's job at the Circle-7--my job." Jane got up from her husband's knee. There was horror in her look. "Dan, do you mean you'd let so small a thing as that influence you in--?" Dan Parker sprang up also. "Small? You know we could not get along on a cow hand's salary. We'd starve to death. And I'm no good for anything but ranch work. It's all I know!" "Dan--please!" He turned suddenly contrite--somewhat ashamed, but in a way, he stuck to his guns. "Sure--I suppose it's rotten of me to think that way, but I've got you and Biddy to provide for. You two are my responsibility. It may not mean anything to you having people say Dan Parker can't support his family, but it means a lot to me!" Jane looked at him quietly for a long moment before she said, "Dan, I--I just haven't any words. What you're thinking is almost evil--the way you feel about this--but I can't think of a logical answer or argument to show you where you're wrong. The thing's just--just beyond words." Dan dropped to the lounge and sat staring at the floor. "I guess I'm a pretty rotten individual." Jane spoke quietly. "The only thing I can say, darling, is that we'll always get along. We always have." "Well, I can't do anything about it anyhow. Let's go to bed." "Of course. You'll feel better in the morning, Dan. By that time you'll realize what's actually happened. Biddy's been made whole. There's been a miracle, darling!" "That's right--a miracle...." * * * * *