“Nell, why are you here?” asked Bo, suspiciously.
For answer Helen led her sister into the spare room and closed the door. Bo saw the baggage. Her expression changed. The old blaze leaped to the telltale eyes.
“He's done it!” she cried, hotly.
“Dearest—thank God. I've got you—back again!” murmured Helen, finding her voice. “Nothing else matters!... I've prayed only for that!”
“Good old Nell!” whispered Bo, and she kissed and embraced Helen. “You really mean that, I know. But nix for yours truly! I'm back alive and kicking, you bet.... Where's my—where's Tom?”
“Bo, not a word has been heard of him for five days. He's searching for you, of course.”
“And you've been—been put off the ranch?”
“Well, rather,” replied Helen, and in a few trembling words she told the story of her eviction.
Bo uttered a wild word that had more force than elegance, but it became her passionate resentment of this outrage done her sister.
“Oh!... Does Tom Carmichael know this?” she added, breathlessly.