"If there is anything you want particularly from the living room I can get in through the window," Keller told her.
She shuddered. Flame jets were already shooting out here and there. "I wouldn't let you go back for the world. We didn't get out too soon."
"No," he agreed.
A sniveling voice behind them broke in: "Where is Mr. Phil? I yain't seen him yet."
Larrabie swung round on 'Rastus like a flash. "What do you mean? He's at the round-up, of course."
The little fellow began to bawl: "No, sah. He done come home late last night. Aftah you-all had gone to bed. He's in his room, tha's where he is."
Phyllis caught at the arm of Keller to steady her. She was colorless to the lips.
"Oh, God! Oh, God!" she cried faintly.
The nester pushed her gently into the arms of her guest.
"Take care of her, Bess. I'll get Phil."