"Is she here ?" His eyes sent a quick glance around the room which obviously had four outside walls.
Mart swallowed.

"She has a cabin to herself," he explained constrainedly.

"She--she isn't quite right.

Strangers excite her.
She--hasn't been well since my father was killed in the mine; she's quiet enough with us--she knows us.

I don't know how she'll be now.
I'm afraid--but she can't be left here alone; all I ask is, be as gentle as you can." The sheriff looked from him to Joe.