He must be coming," she said.
"Where's Lone at ?" Brit moved restlessly on the pillow and twisted his face at the pain.
"Lone isn't back, either." "He ain't?
Where'd he go ?" Lorraine came to the bedside and, lifting Brit's head carefully, arranged the pillow as she knew he liked it.

"I don't know where he went," she said dully.

"He rode off just after dinner.

Do you want your supper now?
Or would you rather wait until Frank brings the fruit ?" "I'd ruther wait--if Frank don't take all night," Brit grumbled.

"I hope he ain't connected up with that Echo booze.