"It air me, Tessibel. Open the door.—It air Myry!"
Tess flung open the door with a smile. She drew back, seeing Myra's seamed face, white and drawn.
"Ye be sick, Myry?"
"Nope!"
"Air it the brat, then?"
"Nope, it air Ben Letts. He were hurt by the Brindle Bull at Kennedy's Farm. Ezy and 'Satisfied' found him near dead on the tracks and took him home."
Tess stood waiting, wide-eyed, without a word.
"He wouldn't say nothin' about it," complained Myry; "just says that he air goin' to get even with some one."
"Have ye seen him?" stammered Tess.