"It may be that the girl's dementia is some curable nervous disorder, and you know what an injustice it would be if it became noised around that the girl is crazy.

How much English does that Swede know ?" "Not any more than he needs to get along on," Lone answered, instinctively on guard.

"He's all right--just a good-natured kinda cuss that wouldn't harm anybody." He glanced uneasily at the house, hoping that Lorraine was safe inside, yet fearing that she would not be safe anywhere.

Sane or insane, she was in danger if Senator Warfield considered her of sufficient importance to bring him out on horseback to the Quirt ranch.

Lone knew how seldom the owner of the Sawtooth rode on horseback since he had high-powered cars to carry him in soft comfort.
"I'll go see if she's home," Lone explained, and reined John Doe toward the house.
"I'll go with you," Senator Warfield offered suavely and kept alongside.
"Frank Johnson was killed, you say?
How did it happen ?" "Fell off his wagon and broke his neck," Lone told him laconically.
"Brit's pretty sick yet; I don't guess you'd better go inside.