Columbine came running to fall on her knees.

The old rancher seemed stricken.
"Oh--Oh! it was terrible--" cried Columbine.

"Oh--he's so white--and the blood--" "Now, lass, that's no way for a woman," said Wade, and there was something in his kind tone, in his look, in his presence, that calmed Columbine.

"I'll look after Moore.

You go get some water an' a towel." Columbine rose to totter into the house.