Douglas looked at his mother with startled eyes. "I don't know!" cried
Mary, bursting into tears.
Douglas tore down the roller-towel and tossed it to Peter.
"Tie up Scott's ankles. Inez won't bother!"
Inez, indeed, was giving no heed to the men. She ran over to Mary. "For heaven's sake, what's happened?"
Mary wiped her eyes and fought to speak calmly. "Up at the fire she insisted that she was going out to help find the preacher. John had been drinking and he argued with her, and followed her down the trail. They quarrel so much I didn't think anything of it. I stayed a long while up at the fire with the others. Then I went home. I noticed when I turned old Beauty into the corral that it was empty, and I was surprised. I hadn't thought Judith would start out till daylight. I rushed into the house. The living-room table had been tipped over and the chairs pulled round. I telephoned everywhere, but nobody had seen her. And this 'phone wouldn't answer. Old Johnny came down and he rode toward the post-office and I came here."
Douglas started for the door.
"Where are you going?" asked Peter.
"After Judith!"
"What about Scott and the preacher?"
Douglas turned to face the others, his lips white, his eyes burning.
"What do I care about them, when Judith is in question!"