"You don't look strong," he said, sympathetically. "You must stay with us for a while, and let us put the color back into your cheeks. The mountain air here is good and bracing."
He felt the brave tremor which a crushed sob gave to her frame. "Thank you, Charlie," she said, "but I must hurry back. I am hungry for Ruth. I have never left her so long before. She is my very life now, Charlie, and—and William needs me."
THE END
BOOKS BY ZANE GREY
THE U. P. TRAIL
WILDFIRE
THE HERITAGE OF THE DESERT
RIDERS OF THE PURPLE SAGE
DESERT GOLD