For in this day of real need he dropped all banter about Nancy's value in sick-room practice, and longed openly for her assistance. Creed had been in the house nearly a week and was showing marked improvement, when Judith got a message from Blatch Turrentine--Would she be at the draw-bars 'long about sundown? He had something to tell her. She paid no attention to the request, but it put her in mind to do finally what she had long contemplated--write to her cousin Wade. It was but a short scrawl, stating that Creed Bonbright was sick at their house, and not able to tell them anything concerning Huldah, and that Iley and the others were troubled. Would Wade please ask information in Hepzibah, and write to his affectionate cousin. Every day Iley made a practice of coming up and sitting dejectedly in the kitchen till Judith entered the room, when she would draw her mysteriously to one side and say: "Have ye axed him yet? What did he tell ye? I'm plumb wo' out and heart-broke' about it, Jude." Though Judith realised fully just how much of this display proceeded from a desire on Iley's part for notice, yet her own passionate, rebellious heart seconded the idle woman, and allowed the continual harping on that string to finally drive her to the set determination that, as soon as Creed could talk to her at all, she would ask him about Huldah. Had she lacked resolution, the patient himself would have supplied and hardened it. About this time he developed a singular form of low delirium in which he would lie with closed eyes, murmuring--murmuring--murmuring to himself in a hurried, excited whisper. And always the burden of his distress was: "I must get to her. Where is she? It's a long ways. Oh, I've got to get to her--there's nobody else." Kneeling by his bed, her burning gaze upon his shut eyes and moving lips, Judith racked her soul with questioning. Often she heard her own name in those fevered whisperings; once he said with sudden determination, "I'm going home." But she listened in vain for mention of Huldah. And what might that mean? All that she hoped? Or all that she dreaded? Oh, she could not bear this; she must know; she must--must--must ask him. The Evil One, having provided the counsel, was not slow in following it up with the necessary opportunity. Judith was sitting with Creed alone, on a Wednesday night--he had come to them the preceding Tuesday. Her uncle being worn out had planned to sleep till midnight, thus dividing the watch with her. About eleven o'clock Creed opened his eyes and asked in what seemed to her a fairly natural tone for a drink. She brought it to him, and when he had drank he began speaking very softly. "I'm glad I came back to the mountains," he said in a weak, whispering voice. "I promised you I'd come, and I did come, Judith."