He returned to the dam that night, Pen and Sara came up the next day and that evening Jim went over to call. It was his first word with Pen since the walk to Wind Ridge. He found Sara sleeping heavily. Pen greeted him casually.
"Hello, Still! Sara was suffering so frightfully after his trip that he took his morphine. It was insane of him to go to the Hearing, but he would do it. Sit down. We won't disturb him a bit."
She pulled the blanket over the unconscious man in her usual tender way.
"You are mighty good to him, Pen," said Jim.
"I try to be. I guess I'm as good to him as he'll let me be, poor fellow. Jim, he was fine in his college days, wasn't he?"
"I never saw a more magnificent physique," answered Jim. "He was a great athlete and I used to believe he was a greater financier than Morgan."
Pen looked at Jim gratefully. "And if it hadn't been for the accident he would have been just as easy to get along with as the average man."
Jim chuckled. "I don't know whether that's a compliment to Sara or an insult to the average man. What have you done with yourself during the investigation?"
"Taken care of Sara, communed with my soul and the laundry problem and had several nice talks with Jane Ames. She is a dear."