In the cabin Alice Endicott slowly opened her eyes. They swept the room wildly and fixed upon Jennie's face with a look of horror. "There, deary, you're all right now," Jennie patted her cheek reassuringly: "You're all right," she repeated. "Don't you remember me--Jennie Dodds, that was? At the Wolf River Hotel?" Alice's lips moved feebly: "It must have been a horrible dream--I thought I was tied up--and I broke loose and saw Long Bill and when I tried to get away there stood that horrible Purdy--and he said--" she closed her eyes and shuddered. "I guess it wasn't no dream, at that. Purdy brung you here. But you're safe an' sound now, deary. Jest you wait till I feed you some of this soup. I'll guarantee you ain't et this noon--an' prob'ly all day." Jennie moved to the stove and returned a moment later with a cup of steaming soup. Supporting her in a sitting posture, she doled out the hot liquid by spoonfuls. Several times during the process Alice endeavoured to speak but each time Jennie soothed her to silence, and when the cup was finally emptied her eyes closed wearily and she sank back onto the pillow. Presently her eyes opened: "Where--where is Tex?" she asked, in a scarcely audible tone. "Was he here, too?" "Tex! You mean Tex Benton? Law! I don't know! He ain't be'n seen sence that night back in Wolf River." "He didn't drown--and he's--somewhere--after Purdy--" the voice trailed off into silence and at the bedside Jennie waited until the regular breathing told her that the girl had sunk into the deep sleep of utter exhaustion. Then, with a heavy heart, she turned and stepped from the cabin, closing the door softly behind her. Out of the tail of his eye Cinnabar Joe saw his wife step from the doorway. Rising, hastily from the sill he seized his hammer and began to pound industriously upon a nail that had been driven home two days before. And as he pounded, he whistled. He turned at the sound of his wife's voice. She stood close beside him. "Now, Joe Banks, don't you stand there an' whistle like a fool! They ain't no more a whistle in your heart than they is in mine!" There was a catch in her voice, and she sank down upon the sill. The whistling ceased, and with rough tenderness Cinnabar laid a hand on her shoulder: "It's tough on you, girl--after gittin' such a good start. When I told you awhile back that there couldn't nothin' happen, I overlooked one bet--Purdy." "Oh, what is it, Joe? What's he got on you? Come, Joe, tell me all about it. I married you fer better or fer worse--I've took the better, an' I'd be a poor sport if I couldn't take the worse. Even if I didn't love you, Joe, I'd stick. But I do love you--no matter what you've got into. Tell me all about it, an' we'll work it out--you an' me. You ain't be'n rustlin' horses, have you? An' the bank stakin' us 'cause they trusted us to make good! Oh, Joe--you ain't! Have you Joe?"