It was at the same time a threat and a warning and Jeff knew it. For a moment he sat still, then got up and strolled quietly to the window. Going down the path, Pete Whitney sprung the jack and his tittering giggle seemed again to be heard in the room. 7. GRANNY Absorbed in watching Pete, Jeff was almost unaware when Dan came to stand beside him. As Pete disappeared, hidden by foliage, he turned away from the window and came face to face with Dan. The boy's cheeks were flushed and hot anger burned in his eyes. Both fists were clenched so tightly that straining knuckles showed white. Jeff said quietly, "Come out of it, Dan." "He's a Whitney!" "Sorry you didn't shoot him?" "I--It's not that, Jeff. I wasn't thinking very straight when I told you I aimed to shoot all the Whitneys. It's--Why should a Whitney be in my pop's cabin?" "He was at our door and he was hungry." "Well--Doggonit, Jeff! You talk sense!" Jeff heaved an inward sigh of relief. Yesterday Dan had not only talked of killing every Whitney, but he had acted fully capable of doing it. But yesterday he had been tired, hungry and so terribly alone. Good food and proper rest had worked a change, but they had not made him forget why he was here. Nothing would ever do that. Dan asked, "You think we will get him, don't you?" "Get who?" "Whoever killed my pop!" "Murder can't be hidden, Dan," Jeff spoke with quiet forcefulness, "if somebody really wants to find it out." "And we'll find out?" "We'll find out." "Then," Dan gritted his teeth, "we'll shoot!" Jeff said nothing. Dan was too young, too angry, and too steeped in the traditions of the hills, to think of anything except violent vengeance. Rather than tell him he was wrong, Jeff hoped to prove it. When they found whoever had murdered Johnny Blazer--and they must find him if Dan's tangled path was ever to be straight again--the law could take over. Jeff hoped that, at the right time, Dan would see such a course as the proper one. For the present, the less said the better. "Let's get the place cleaned up and go out trading," Jeff suggested. "Good!" Jeff washed dishes while Dan swept the floor, and it made no difference that it had also been swept last night. Only those with little regard for themselves were contented to accept dirty surroundings, and one way to keep dirt from accumulating was to clean often. The cabin in order, Jeff showed Dan his pack.