He helped her with the watering. Presently she spoke, with a quick look toward the house.
“There’s something I want to say.”
“Yes.”
“Something I want you to do for me.”
“I expect maybe I’ll do it.”
She said nothing more for a minute, then the thing that was troubling her burst from the lips of the girl as a flame leaps out of a pent fire.
“It’s about that boy he has up there.” She gave a hopeless little gesture toward the hills.
“Sam Cullison?”
“Yes.”
“What about him?”