Men's husky voices reached her throbbing ears.
Some one was running.

Footsteps thudded and died away.

Then she saw Lem Billings come out of the willows, look her way, and hurry toward her.
His awkward, cowboy gait seemed too slow for his earnestness.

Columbine felt the piercing gaze of his eyes as her own became dim.
"Miss Collie, thar's been--turrible fight!" he panted.
"Oh, Lem!...

I know.