There was a general stir everywhere. Certain stock was
being corralled and hayed for the night. In the hay corral men were
busy cutting and hauling feed. There was no loneliness, no solitude.
The business of so great an enterprise as the Obar Ranch involved many
hands, and seemingly endless work.
But Elvine watched these things without interest. In her present state
of mind they meant nothing to her, they could mean nothing. She was
waiting, waiting in a perfect fever for the home-coming of her husband.
Strangely, too, she was not without a glimmer of hope. Somehow the
belief had taken possession of her that had Jeff learned anything of
her story he must have been home before this. It seemed to her that he
must have flung every consideration to the winds, and rushed in fevered
haste to denounce her as the murderess of his twin brother.
The mysterious note which had been flung in through her open window had
left her sleepless for the rest of the night, but, even so, now, in the
broad light of day, it was only relatively alarming.
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