"She came right along over to us, and told us—everything—the moment you'd gone. We followed you just as hard as the horses could lay foot to the ground. Dad an' me, and six of the boys."
"What did Evie do?"
"She came along—too."
"Wher' is she?"
Nan made no answer. The question was repeated more sharply.
"Wher' is she?"
"She's under that red willow—yonder."
The girl's voice was low. Her words were little more than a whisper.
"Is she—hurt?"
"She's—dead."