She poured Jim's coffee and went on her tiptoes to see if her father still slept.

She dreaded his awakening and the moment when she must tell him about Frank, and she had an unreasonable hope that the news might be kept from him until the doctor came again.
Brit was awake, and the look in his eyes frightened Lorraine so that she stopped in the middle of the room, staring at him fascinated.
"Well," he said flatly, "who is it this time?
Lone, or--Frank ?" "Why--who is what ?" Lorraine parried awkwardly.

"I don't----" "Did they git Frank, las' night ?" Brit's eyes seemed to bore into her soul, searching pitilessly for the truth.

"Don't lie to me, Raine--it ain't going to help any.

Was it Frank or Lone?
They's a dead man laid out on this ranch.