She hesitated, then said gently:
"Bobby Cole."
A low murmur again ran through the group and from the clouds above them came a muttering of thunder.
All turned to look at the girl and so intent were they that they did not see a horseman ride through the trees and stop and look; and dismount. Tom Beck walked slowly toward the group, until he could lay a hand on the hip of Jane Hunter's pinto. Then he stood behind her, eyes curious.
"Will you come up here and talk to me?" Jane asked.
The other girl remained motionless.
"Well now, Miss Hunter, don't you think—" Hepburn began in mild protest.
"I think many things, Mr. Hepburn. My purpose is either to justify or to convince myself that I think wrongly. Will you come ... Bobby?"
Almost mechanically the girl moved forward. Hilton muttered a quick word to Webb and Webb glanced back nervously. Two of his men moved closer.
"But we've found out about your calves, Miss Hunter. What else do you want to know?"