and her big brown eyes were wide with wondering fear at the four
strange men and the boy who stood over her.

"Mamma! Mamma!" she whimpered, "Barba wants mamma."

Jefferson Worth knelt before her, holding out his hands, and his
voice, as he spoke to the baby, made his companions look at him in
wonder, it was so full of tenderness.

The little girl fixed her big eyes questioningly upon the kneeling
man. The others waited, breathless. Then suddenly, as if at
something she saw in the gray face of the financier, the little one
drew back with fear upon her baby features and in her baby voice.
"Go 'way! Go 'way!" she cried. Then again, "Mamma! Barba wants
mamma." Jefferson Worth turned sadly away, his head bowed as though
with disappointment or shame.

The others, now, in turn tried to win her confidence. The plainsman
and the Irishman she regarded gravely, as she had looked at the
banker, but without fear. The boy won a little smile, but she still
held back--hesitating--reluctant. Then with a pitiful little gesture
of confidence and trust, she stretched forth her arms to the big
brown-eyed engineer. "Barba wants drink," she said, and the Seer
took her in his arms.

At the wagon it was Jefferson Worth who offered her a tin cup of
water, but again she shrank from him, throwing her arms about the
neck of the Seer. The engineer, taking the cup from the banker's
hands, gave her a drink.