I don't guess any feller but
Sikkem could ha' done it. He's tough--mighty tough."
Sikkem! Elvine moved from the window. Sikkem! Her heart was pounding
in her bosom, and, for a moment, her brain seemed in a whirl. Sikkem
had discovered the raiders and was willing to give them away. In a
flash she was back in Orrville, and her mind was searching amongst
shadowy memories that had suddenly become acute. Sikkem! Sikkem! No.
She must see Jeff. She must tell him of--Sikkem. She must warn him,
and show him her note. A sudden, crushing foreboding descended upon
her, and she hurried toward the door.
In a few seconds she was on the veranda confronting her husband. For a
moment her courage well-nigh failed her. Jeff was standing with his
back turned toward the sunset. The ranchman was no longer there. He
had gone to the barn to order a fresh saddle horse for the master of
the Obar. Apparently Jeff had turned to repass into the house.
His fair strong face, serious and cold, was turned directly upon the
beautiful figure of his wife, and it was the coldness of it that
daunted her now.
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