So consecutively were the scenes shot that the story had not been hard to follow.

But now came rather a jumble of scenes, not only at times bewildering in themselves, but apparently unrelated.
First it appeared that the Montague girl, as Miss Rebecca Hoffmeyer, had tired of being a mere New York society butterfly, had come out into the big open spaces to do something real, something worth while.

The ruin of her father, still unexplained, had seemed to call out unsuspected reserves in the girl.

She was stern and businesslike in such scenes as Merton was permitted to observe.

And she had not only brought her ruined father out to the open spaces but the dissipated brother, who was still seen to play at dice whenever opportunity offered.