“Daddy,” she said softly.
At her touch the haggard, hopeless, unshaven face was lifted toward her. For a moment Lee looked at her as if she had been a wraith. Then, with a hoarse cry, he arose and caught her in his arms.
Neither of them could speak for emotion. He tried it twice before he could get out:
“Baby! Honey!”
He choked back the sobs in his throat. “Where did you come from? I thought sure MacQueen had you.”
“He had. He took me to Dead Man’s Cache with him.”
“And you escaped. Praise the Lord, honey!”
“No—he brought me back.”
“MacQueen did! Goddlemighty—he knows what’s best for him!”
“He brought me back to—to——” She broke down, and buried her head in his shoulder. 321