THROUGH THE VALLEY Sampson looked strangely at the great bloody blot on my breast and his look made me conscious of a dark hurrying of my mind.

Morton came stamping up the steps with blunt queries, with anxious mien.

When he saw the front of me he halted, threw wide his arms.
"There come the girls!" suddenly exclaimed Sampson.

"Morton, help me drag Wright inside.

They mustn't see him." I was facing down the porch toward the court and corrals.