She went over to her diffidently. Hesitatingly she laid her gauntleted hand on Marthy's stooped shoulder. She did not say anything. Marthy did not move under her touch, except to turn her dull glance upon Seabeck, standing there on the doorstep. "C'm in," she said stolidly. "What'd yuh come fer?" "Miss MacDonald will perhaps explain--" "She ain't got nothin' to explain," said hard old Marthy with grim finality. "I'll do what explainin's to be done. C'm in. Don't stand there like a stump. And shut the door. It's cold as a barn here, anyway." "Oh, Marthy!" cried Billy Louise, with the sound of tears in her voice. "Don't oh Marthy me," said the harsh voice flatly. "I don't want no Marthyin' nor no sympathy. Well, old man, you're here to colleck, I s'pose. Take what's in sight; 'tain't none of it yourn, far's I know, but anything you claim you kin have, fer all me. I've lived honest all my days an' worked fer what I got. I've harbored thieves in my old age and trusted them that wa'n't fit to be trusted. I've allus paid my debts, Seabeck. I'm willin' to pay now fer bein' a fool." "W-where's Charlie?" Billy Louise leaned and whispered the question. "I d'no, and I don't care. He's pulled out--him an' that breed. I'll have t' pay yuh for seven growed cattle I never seen till yist'day, Seabeck. You can set yer own price on 'em. I ain't sure, but I've got an idee they was shot las' night an' dumped in the river. You c'n set yer price. I've got rheumatiz so bad I couldn't go 'n' put a stop to nothin'--but--" "Oh, Marthy!" Billy Louise was shivering and crying now. "Marthy! Don't be so--so hard. It was all Charlie--" "Yes," said Marthy harshly, "it was all Charlie. He was a thief, an' I was sech a simple-minded old fool I never knowed what he was. I let him go ahead, an' I set in the house with a white apurn tied on me an' thought I was havin' an easy time. I set here and let him rob my neighbors that I ain't never harmed er cheated out of a cent, and soon's he thought he was found out, he--left ole Marthy to look after herself. Never so much as fed the hogs or done the milkin' first! Looky here, Seabeck! You'll git paid back, an' I'll take your figgers fer what I owe, but if you git after Charlie, I'll--kill yuh. You let 'im go, I'm the one he hurt most--and I ain't goin'--" She laid her frowsy old head on her arms, like one who is utterly crushed and dumb. "Oh, Marthy!" Billy Louise knelt and threw her arms around Marthy's shoulders. "You've got to come and lie down, Marthy," said Billy Louise, after a long, unbroken silence. "Mr. Seabeck, if you'll start a fire, I'll make some tea for her. Come, Marthy--just to please me. Do it for Billy Louise, Marthy."