All she could do then, would be to remain quiet, watch closely for results, and, if necessary, have some one else sent out from the home office to take up the work.

But meanwhile she must communicate with Westcott, tell him all that had occurred.

She would send him a note the first thing in the morning.
Somewhat reassured by this reasoning, she was still seated there, staring out into the night, when Enright and Beaton returned.

It must have been late, for the street was practically deserted, the saloons even being closed.

The hotel was silent, although a lamp yet burned in the office, the dull glow falling across the roadway in front of the door.