"IT TAKES NERVE JUST TO HANG ON" Brit was smoking his pipe after supper and staring at nothing, though his face was turned toward the closed door.

Lorraine had washed the dishes and was tidying the room and looking at her father now and then in a troubled, questioning way of which Brit was quite oblivious.
"Dad," she said abruptly, "who is the man at Whisper ?" Brit turned his eyes slowly to her face as if he had not grasped her meaning and was waiting for her to repeat the question.

It was evident that his thoughts had pulled away from something that meant a good deal to him.
"Why ?" "A man came this morning, and said he was the man at Whisper, and that he would come again to see you." Brit took his pipe from his mouth, looked at it and crowded down the tobacco with a forefinger.

"He seen me ride away from the ranch, this morning," he said.

"He was coming down the Whisper trail as I was taking the fork over to Sugar Spring, Frank and me.