Then silence ensued.

I could not think of anything to say and Sally was dumb.

"You all seem very strange," said Miss Sampson.
When Steele's face turned gray to his lips I knew the moment had come.
"No doubt.

We all feel so deeply for you," he said.
"Me?
Why ?" "Because the truth must no longer be concealed." It was her turn to blanch, and her eyes, strained, dark as night, flashed from one of us to the other.
"The truth! Tell it then." She had more courage than any of us.
"Miss Sampson, your father is the leader of this gang of rustlers I have been tracing.

Your cousin George Wright, is his right-hand man." Miss Sampson heard, but she did not believe.
"Tell her, Russ," Steele added huskily, turning away.