"I reckon. But the best we could do was to make him stand fer a guard. There's four of us cowpunchers with him all day, an' at night he's surrounded by guards. There ain't much chance of his gittin' hurt. So you needn't worry about thet."
"Who are these men I heard passing? Where are they from?"
"Farmers, ranchers, cowboys, from all over this side of the river."
"There must have been a lot of them," said Lenore, curiously.
"Reckon you never heerd the quarter of what's come to attend Anderson's meetin'."
"What for? Tell me, Jake."
The cowboy hesitated. Lenore heard his big hand slap round the rifle-stock.
"We've orders not to tell thet," he replied.
"But, Jake, you can tell me. You always tell me secrets. I'll not breathe it."
Jake came closer to her, and his tall head reached to a level with hers, where she stood on the porch. Lenore saw his dark, set face, his gleaming eyes.