KATE. But why?
TRAVERS. Listen!
There is again the sound of approaching hoofs.
KATE. Some one is coming—[He turns at bay.] No—I couldn't stand it—go in here—[Opens closet.] Quick!
TRAVERS. Yes! [He enters the closet—she closes the door of the closet and throws open the street door; goes to table.
JIM rides into view and drops from his horse.
JIM. [In door.] Hello?
KATE. [Behind table.] Well?
JIM. [After looking slowly about.] Where is he?
KATE. I—I—where is who?