“Yes? I met her at my old homestead one morning. She was pretty wild then. She started off toward the Block S, but I didn’t think she’d go through.”
“She was nearly insane with fear and grief,” May told him soberly. “And she blurted out all her troubles to dad and me when she found Mark wasn’t there. Did she tell you what was wrong, Robin?”
He nodded.
“Poor thing! She’s a queer, awfully intense creature, and foolish—but it is rather terrible for her, Robin. I’m so sorry.”
“So am I,” Robin murmured. “But I can’t do anything about it, that I know of.”
“I can’t do much but I’m going to do what I can. Ivy’s here now.”
“Here in your house?”
“Yes,” May nodded. “In one of the bedrooms. I’ve got her calmed down from that frenzy she was in. I’m going to take her away to Helena. Her father doesn’t know. He’s a poor stick anyway. He’s been raving to dad all morning about this wretched cattle business. And——”
She stopped suddenly. Her arms tightened about Robin.
“You’re an angel,” he whispered.