"That's what I'd like to know!" blurted out Huntington. Hillyer made a gesture of impatience. "But he's your neighbor," he said curtly. "And that's about all I know of him," Huntington replied, "except that we ought to have run him out of the Park long ago, and will do it yet, so help me God!" "Why?" asked Hillyer shortly. Then, as clearly as he could in his rage, Seth gave Hillyer a brief account of the events of the four years that Haig had been in the Park,--an account that satisfied Hillyer as little as it had satisfied Marion. He had meant, in the beginning, to ask how Marion had come to know Haig, and if they had been much together; but he now surmised that Huntington and his wife were as ignorant as himself of that acquaintanceship, or friendship, or whatever it was that could have made possible the astounding emotions he had seen on Marion's face. Hillyer's situation was difficult. If Marion had a secret he must guard it for her, whatever it might cost him. Yet now he needed help, and no one could help him but Huntington and his wife. And at the first words on the subject, Huntington had (more in the tone of his speech than the matter) shown him that little help could be expected in that quarter. Last of all, and not to be forgotten, he was the Huntingtons' guest. "How bad's he hurt?" asked Huntington. Hillyer shook his head dubiously. "It's impossible to say just yet. Doctor Norris fears that the pancreas is ruptured. In that case--" He shrugged his shoulders. "At any rate, the pancreas and the stomach are temporarily paralyzed by the blow of the saddle horn--the horse seems to have gone over backward on him. If he gets over the shock there's still the danger of inflammation. There ought to be ice packs. Cold water will have to do. They must be changed every minute. Doctor Norris told me--" He paused to look intently at Claire--"Doctor Norris told me that nothing but the most careful nursing can save him." "Let the Chinaman do it!" Huntington blurted out. Hillyer shook his head. "No. Norris says he will not trust him. You see, Haig's pleading for water must be denied. He can command the Chinaman, and that--Besides, all this is not to the point. Marion has made up her mind, and I assure you--Please get the things she asks for, Mrs. Huntington." "You don't mean you're going to take them!" shouted Huntington. "Certainly. She's asked for them." "And you're going to let her stay there--with him?" Hillyer smiled. Having abandoned all hope of assistance from Huntington, he was thinking of other measures, and was scarcely as attentive as he might have been to the increasing truculence of his host. "What would you do?" he asked quietly. "I'd bring her away!" "Would you care to go and try it?"