An' I got so sleepy I couldn't hold my eyes open.

So I waked up Wells an' Slater an' set them on guard, one at each end of the store.

Then I laid down on the counter to take a nap." Colter's low voice, the strain and breathlessness of him, the agitation with which he appeared to be laboring, and especially the simple, matter-of-fact detail of his story, carried absolute conviction to Ellen Jorth.

Her vague doubt of him had been created by his attitude toward her.

Emotion dominated her intelligence.