"Don't fetch me in.

I said nothin' an' I think nothin'." "Yes, Jean Isbel was sweet on me, dad ...

but he will never be again," returned Ellen, in low tones.

With that she pulled her saddle off Spades and, throwing it over her shoulder, she walked off to her cabin.
Hardly had she gotten indoors when her father entered.
"Ellen, I didn't know that horse belonged to Isbel," he began, in the swift, hoarse, persuasive voice so familiar to Ellen.

"I swear I didn't.