The first time I heard her--the first time that she ever did it, in fact--she and Sibyl were stopping over night at my house.

It was three years ago.

Jim Rutlidge had just come West, on his first trip, and was up in the hills on a hunt.
He happened along about sundown, and when he stepped into the room and Myra saw him, I thought she would faint.

He looked like some one she had known--she said.

And that night she gave that horrible cry.