"Good. Fetch him in," replied Anderson.
"Father, I—I'd rather go," whispered Lenore.
"You stay right along by your dad," was his reply, "an' be a real Anderson."
When Lenore heard Dorn's step in the hall the fluttering ceased in her heart and she grew calm. How glad she would be to see him! It had been the suspense of waiting that had played havoc with her feelings.
Then Dorn entered with Jake. The cowboy set down a bag and went out. He seemed strange to Lenore and very handsome in his gray flannel suit.
As he stepped forward in greeting Lenore saw how white he was, how tragic his eyes. There had come a subtle change in his face. It hurt her.
"Miss Anderson, I'm glad to see you," he said, and a flash of red stained his white cheeks. "How are you?"
"Very well, thank you," she replied, offering her hand. "I'm glad to see you."
They shook hands, while Anderson boomed out: "Hello, son! I sure am glad to welcome you to 'Many Waters.'"
No doubt as to the rancher's warm and hearty greeting! It warmed some of the coldness out of Dorn's face.