His heated red face grew darker with a sneering contempt.
"Where's dad ?" he asked, wheeling toward her.
"I don't know.

He's not here," replied Columbine, dismounting.

The leap of thought and blood to Jack's face gave her a further sinking of the heart.

The situation unnerved her.
Wilson Moore had grown a shade paler.

He gathered up his reins, ready to drive off.
"Belllounds, I came up after my things I'd left in the bunk," he said, coolly.