"You heard it all, Nell. I'd do anything to save you all this, if I could."
"Anything?"
"Yes."
"Well, try and get Will—to—stop drinking. He—I heard all about it. I can't do anything to help. You ought to look after him. He's your brother. He's telling folks in Antelope that you refused to help him. Is that so?"
"I refused to give him two hundred dollars to blow in if that's what you mean."
"Did you quarrel with Will?"
"No. I asked him to come home. I knew he wouldn't."
"Yes. And I think I know how you went at it. I wish I could talk to him."
"I wish you would. You can do more with him than anybody."
Loring strode toward Corliss. The girl turned to her father. He raised his arm and pointed toward the road. "You git!" he said. She reached up and patted his grizzled cheek. Then she clung to him, sobbing.