Phenie had plenty of spirit; she could run down to the bunk-house--Mrs.Kate heard a door slam then, and shuddered.

Phenie, she judged swiftly, had locked herself into the pantry.
Phenie had.

Or, to be exact, she had run in and slammed the door shut in Ford's very face, and she was leaning her weight against it.

Mrs.
Kate, pressing the struggling Buddy closer to her, heard voices, a slight commotion, and then silence.

She could bear no more.