"Callista," he began cautiously, assuming as nearly as possible the tone of an unbiased friend to [206] both parties, "you ort to quit Lance. He ain't doin' you right. There's more than you know of in this business; and whether you stay thar or not, you ort to quit him oncet and go home to yo' folks." Callista made an inarticulate sound of denial. "I never will--never in this world!" she burst out. "I might quit Lance, but home I'll never go." Flenton's pale gray eyes lit up at the suggestion of her words, but she put aside the hand he stretched out toward her. "I've been studying about it all day, and for a good many days before this one," she said with slow bitterness. "Lance Cleaverage gives me plenty of time to study. If I leave this house, I'm goin' straight to Father Cleaverage." Hands looked disappointed, but he did not fail to press the minor advantage. "If you want to go to-night, Callista," he suggested, "I'd be proud to carry you right along on my horse. Lance needs a lesson powerful bad. You go with me--" "Hush," Callista warned him. "I thought I heard somebody coming. Thank you, Flent. You've been mighty good to me this night. I'll never forget you for it--but I reckon you better go now. When a woman's wedded, she has to be careful about the speech of people; and--I reckon you better go now, Flent." [207] The rain had ceased. A wan moon looked out in the western sky and made the wet branches shine with a dim luster. Callista stood in the doorway against the broken leap and shine of the firelight. Hands went to his horse, and then turned back to look at her. "And you won't go with me?" he repeated once more. "Callista, you'd be as safe with me as with your own brother. I've got that respect for you that it don't seem like you're the same as other women. I wish't you'd go, if for nothin' but to learn Lance a lesson." The girl in the doorway knew that there was no wood for any more fire than that which now blazed on the hearth behind her; she was aware that there was scarcely food in the house for three days' eating; yet she found courage to shake her head. "Thank you kindly, Flent," she said with a note of finality in her tone. "I know you mean well, but I cain't go." Then she closed the door as though to shut out the temptation, and, dressed as she was, lay down upon the bed and pulled the quilts over her.