It was perhaps two hours before Gray reported to Gus Briskow: "They don't know much more at the school than was written in that letter. He has been going a rather lively pace lately, it seems."
"Did you find out anything about the—the woman?"
"Nothing definite. I have put detectives on the case, and they will report to me at Wichita Falls. As soon as they uncover his trail, I'll go to Buddy at once."
"You goin' to leave us?"
"I must. I've just received a telegram from my—my agent. About the purchase of a well. It is a matter that can't wait."
"I can't thank you for all you done for us. We was in bad shape till you come. Now—"
"Now everything is straight again. That's my job, Gus—to do little odd favors for those I love. You must stay here, for Ma is happy, and this place is making a girl of her. Allie is doing wonders with herself, too. By the way, she needn't be lonely any more; I've talked to some of the guests, and they want to make friends with her. She'll find them nice people, and you must make her meet them halfway. Perhaps she'll become interested in some decent young fellow. I'd like that, wouldn't you?"
"Would ye?"
The tone of this inquiry caused Gray to glance more keenly at the speaker, but Briskow's bright eyes told him nothing.
"Why, naturally. Allie is becoming more attractive every day, and she is going to make something of herself. She is going to 'do us all proud.'"