"You stay right along by your dad," was his reply, "an' be a real Anderson." When Lenore heard Dorn's step in the hall the fluttering ceased in her heart and she grew calm. How glad she would be to see him! It had been the suspense of waiting that had played havoc with her feelings. Then Dorn entered with Jake. The cowboy set down a bag and went out. He seemed strange to Lenore and very handsome in his gray flannel suit. As he stepped forward in greeting Lenore saw how white he was, how tragic his eyes. There had come a subtle change in his face. It hurt her. "Miss Anderson, I'm glad to see you," he said, and a flash of red stained his white cheeks. "How are you?" "Very well, thank you," she replied, offering her hand. "I'm glad to see you." They shook hands, while Anderson boomed out: "Hello, son! I sure am glad to welcome you to 'Many Waters.'" No doubt as to the rancher's warm and hearty greeting! It warmed some of the coldness out of Dorn's face. "Thank you. It's good to come--yet it's--it's hard." Lenore saw his throat swell. His voice seemed low and full of emotion. "Bad news to tell," said Anderson. "Wal, forget it.... Have you had supper?" "Yes. At Huntington. I'd have been here sooner, but we punctured a tire. My driver said the I.W.W. was breaking bottles on the roads." "I.W.W. Now where'd I ever hear that name?" asked Anderson, quizzically. "Bustin' bottles, hey! Wal, they'll be bustin' their heads presently.... Sit down, Dorn. You look fine, only you're sure pale." "I lost my father," said Dorn. "What! Your old man? Dead?... Aw, that's tough!" Lenore felt an almost uncontrollable impulse to go to Dorn. "Oh, I'm sorry!" she said. "That is a surprise," went on Anderson, rather huskily. "My Lord! But it's only round the corner for every man.... Come on, tell us all about it, an' the rest of the bad news.... Get it over. Then, mebbe Lenore n' me--" But Anderson did not conclude his last sentence. Dorn's face began to work as he began to talk, and his eyes were dark and deep, burning with gloom.