Billy Louise might have spared herself some mental anguish if she could have known that Seabeck was brooding over the wonder of a woman's love that pardons and condones a man's sins. He was wishing that such a love as Billy Louise's had come to him, and he was wondering how a man could be tempted to go wrong when such a girl loved him. He was laboring under a misapprehension, of course. Billy Louise had permitted him to misunderstand her interest in the matter. If he had known that she was pleading solely for Marthy--poor, avaricious, gray, old Marthy--perhaps his mercy would have been less tinged with that smoldering resentment which was directed not so much at the wrongdoer, as at fate which had cheated him. "I'm glad you came and told me this," he said at last. "Very glad, indeed, Miss MacDonald. Certain steps have been taken lately to push this--wipe out this rustling and general lawlessness, and if you had not told me, I'm afraid the mills of justice would have ground your--friends. Of course the law would be merciful to Mrs. Meilke. No jury would send an old woman like that-- By the way, that breed they have had working for them--he is in the deal, too, I take it." "Yes, of course. They had to have someone to help. Marthy can't do any riding." Billy Louise spoke with a dreary apathy that betrayed how the reaction had set in. "She stayed in the Cove, in case anyone came prowling down there. It seems there's a wire fastened to the gate, and it rings a bell down at the house somewhere when the gate is opened. And besides that she had a dog that would tackle strangers. I don't believe," she went on, after a little silence, "that Marthy would have turned dishonest for herself. She was grasping, and all she cared for was getting ahead. It--sort of grew on her, after the years of trying to dig a bare living out of the ground. I--can understand that; and I can see how she would go to any length almost for--Charlie. But--" "Well, let's not think any more about them until we have to." There was a certain crude attempt at soothing her anxieties. "You've trusted me, Miss MacDonald. I'll try and not disappoint you in the matter, though, unless they are quite separate from the gang which is being run down, it may be hard to protect them. Do you know--whether--any other cowman has suffered from their--mm-mm--haste to get rich?" "I don't think there's anyone but you," Billy Louise replied lifelessly. "Hm-mm--do you know, Miss MacDonald, whether there was any intimacy between--your friends--and the man we had for stock inspector, Mr. Olney?" "I--can't say, as to that." Billy Louise, you see, did not know much about details, but the little she did know made her hedge.