Penny had always felt sorry for Rebecca. She understood the woman better than did any of the men. Becky always reminded Penny of a scarecrow in faded calico. What curves and grace Rebecca might have had were mental. Penny felt sure that her mind, in spite of years of hard treatment, had retained a womanly softness and a wistful desire for gracious living. She was a woman who, in the midst of plenty, lived like a slave; a woman whose mate turned to her only in passion, whose children looked to her only in hunger. Her eyes were jet, but dulled. They reminded Penny of the sharp eyes of an eagle, grown discouraged by long years of beating strong wings against the stronger bars of a cage. Rebecca's hair was black, without a trace of gray to complement the many wrinkles on her thin, high-cheekboned face. Rebecca opened the door again, glanced quickly into the hall, then stepped back. "Wasn't seen, I guess," she said. "Is something wrong, Becky?" asked Penny. It was the first time Becky had been in her room, and one of the few times she'd been in Uncle Bryant's big house. "I've got tuh be special careful," whispered the woman in a husky voice. "Bryant never did get over me marryin' Mort, an' Mort'd beat me tuh within a inch of my life if he was tuh catch me here." At a loss, Penny said, "Sit down, won't you, Becky?" Rebecca shuffled across the floor, sat on one edge of the bed, and motioned with a clawlike hand for Penny to sit beside her. "What I got tuh tell," she began when Penny was seated, "won't take me long. You must've seen that things around here's changed aplenty since you left fer school." "Things have changed a lot," said Penny, "but the people have changed a lot more. There used to be a dandy lot of cowhands around here, but they're all gone. I don't like the looks of the new men." Becky nodded quickly. "Just so," she said. "That's why I'm here. I've come to tell you to clear out." "Clear out!" echoed Penny. "You mean leave the Basin?" "That's just what I mean. It don't matter how you get out, just get. An' the sooner the better. There's things goin' on around here that ain't healthy. Things you'll be happier an' better fer not knowin' about. Now don't ask no questions, just _git_!" Penny at first thought that torment and torture had addled the poor brain of her visitor. There was a burning sincerity in Becky's eyes. "Now take it easy, Becky," she said softly. "I'm sure things aren't that bad." Penny felt she wasn't convincing, but her main purpose was to calm and reassure the nervous woman. "Uncle Bryant wouldn't tolerate anything that wasn't right. You know that as well as I do." "Bryant don't know the goin's-on around here these days. He don't even know who's workin' here no more." Penny laughed softly despite a feeling of misgiving.