Jeff's in danger, an' it's
up to us. Maybe Evie'll tell me while you go."
Something of the great Bud's feelings was displayed in the celerity of
his movements. He was gone before Nan had finished speaking.
The two women were left facing each other.
Seconds passed without a word. The gentle Nan no longer looked out of
the brown eyes. They were hot, resentful. Nor would any one have
recognized in the anxious-eyed woman before her the beautiful creature
who had first stirred Jeffrey Masters out of his years of celibate
thought.
Without a word Nan turned back to the parlor. When she reappeared she
was buckling a revolver belt about her slim waist. The two heavy
holsters it supported were almost incongruous on so slight a figure.
Elvine watched her. The girl's deliberation was in deep contrast to
her own emotions. Then, too, the sympathy which had fled from Nan's
brown eyes left them full of hard resolve.
"You--are not going?" Elvine said, pointing at the weapons.
Nan's surprise was genuine.
"Jeff's in danger.
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