"Well?" she said peremptorily.
"It's—" the boy looked around nervously. "If you'd come into the house—" he ventured.
She went into the bedroom, half dragging him by the shoulder, and shut the door. "Now!" she said, "make haste."
"It's Mr. Cairness, ma'am," he whispered.
"Is he hurt?" she shook him sharply.
The boy explained that it was not that, and she let him go, in relief.
"But he is goin' to be. That's what I come so quick to tell you." He stopped again.
"Will you make haste?" cried Felipa, out of patience.
"He's coming back from Tombstone with some money, ain't he?"