The dust had been settled by the rain for many miles; however, beyond Palmer there began to show evidences that the storm had thinned out or sheered off, because the road gradually grew dry again. When dust rose once more Lenore covered her face, although, obsessed as she was by the deep change in herself, neither dust nor heat nor distance affected her greatly. Like the miles the moments sped by. She was aware through closed eyes when darkness fell. Stops were frequent after the Copper River had been crossed, and her father appeared to meet and question many persons in the towns they passed. Most of his questioning pertained to the I.W.W. And even excited whispering by her father and Jake had no power to interest her. It was midnight when they reached "Many Waters" and Lenore became conscious of fatigue.
Nash crowded in front of Jake as she was about to step out, and assisted her. He gave her arm a hard squeeze and fiercely whispered in her ear, "To-morrow!"
The whisper was trenchant with meaning and thoroughly aroused Lenore. But she gave no sign and moved away.
"I seen strangers sneakin' off in the dark," Jake was whispering to Anderson.
"Keep your eyes peeled," replied Anderson. "I'll take Lenore up to the house an' come back."
It was pitch black up the path through the grove and Lenore had to cling to her father.
"Is there—any danger?" she whispered.
"We're lookin' for anythin'," replied Anderson, slowly.
"Will you be careful?"
"Sure, lass. I'll take no foolish risks. I've got men watchin' the house an' ranch. But I'd better have the cowboys down. There's Jake—he spots some prowlin' coyotes the minute we reach home."