Augusta Kunkel nodded.
"I don't blame him," Dr. Harpe replied bluntly, "I saw her at supper. She's a peach!"
"She's the belle of Crowheart," admitted the girl reluctantly.
"And who is he? What's his name?"
The girl hesitated but as though yielding to a stronger will than her own, she whimpered:
"Symes—Andy P. Symes."
"Why don't you let Andy P. Symes go if he wants to? He isn't the only man in Crowheart, is he?"
"But he promised!" The girl wrung her hands convulsively. "He promised sure!"
A look of quick suspicion flashed across Dr. Harpe's face.
"He promised—oh, I see!"