case. I shall have to see him now. Where is he?"

Ranger stood close to her. He bent slightly, looking into her
eyes. "You have understood me?" he questioned.

She looked straight back at him; it was no moment for shrinking
avoidance. "Yes," she said,

"And you believe me?" he proceeded.

Her red-brown eyes widened a little. "But of course I believe you."

"And, still you want to see him?" said Burke Ranger.

"I must see him," she answered quietly. "You must realize that.
You would do the same in my place."

"If I did," said Ranger, dropping his voice, "it would be to tell
him to go to hell!" Then, as involuntarily she drew back: "No, I
shouldn't put it like that to you, I know. But what's the point of
your seeing him? It will only make things worse for you."

"I must see him," she said firmly. "Please tell me where he is!"

He looked at her for a moment or two in silence. "He is in his own
shanty on my farm," he said then. "Blue Hill Farm it is called.
You can't go to him there. It's a twenty-mile ride from here."

"Can't I get a horse to take me?" she asked.