She turned and followed him, choking over the pungent smoke.
"Oh, where's Chester ?" she wailed.

"The whole garret's on fire--and I can't carry Phenie--and she's asleep and can't walk anyway!" She rushed half across the room and stopped, pointing toward a closed door, with Ford at her heels.
"She's in there!" she cried tragically.

"Save her, quick--and I'll find Chester.

You'd think, with all the men there are on this ranch, there'd be some one around--oh, and my new piano!" She ran out of the house, scolding hysterically because the men were gone, and Ford laughed a little as he went to the door she had indicated.

When his fingers touched the knob, it turned fumblingly under another hand than his own; the door opened, and he confronted the girl whom he had tried to befriend the day before.