She did not pull away the hand Lite was holding, however, and the heart of him gave an exultant bound because she let it lie there quiet under his own.

She pinched her brows together over the message, and let it drop into her lap.

Her head went back against the towel covered head-rest, and for a minute her eyes closed as if she could not look any longer upon trouble.
Lite waited a second, pulled her head over against his shoulder, and picked up the telegram and read it through slowly, though he could have repeated it word for word with his eyes shut.
L Avery, En Route Train 23, S.L.& D.R.

R.
Carl Douglas suicided yesterday, leaving letter confessing murder of Croft.

Had just completed transfer of land and cattle to your name.
Am taking steps placing matter before governor immediately expect him to act at once upon pardon.