It was Ben--and Jack," she cried.
"Shore.

Your hunch's correct.

An' it couldn't be no wuss!" Columbine tried to see his face, the meaning that must have accompanied his hoarse voice; but she seemed going blind.
"Then--then--" she whispered, reaching out for Lem.
"Hyar, Miss Collie," he said, in great concern, as he took kind and gentle hold of her.

"Reckon you'd better wait.

Let me take you home." "Yes.