Will y'u ?" "Indeed, Yes.

Tell me," she replied, lifting his dusty head on her knee.

Her hands trembled as she brushed his wet hair back from his clammy brow.
"I've somethin'-- on my conscience," he whispered.
The woman, the sensitive in Ellen, understood and pitied him then.
"Yes," she encouraged him.
"I stole cattle--my dad's an' Blaisdell's--an' made deals--with Daggs....

All the crookedness--wasn't on--Jorth's side....

I want--my brother Jean--to know." "I'll try--to tell him," whispered Ellen, out of her great amaze.
"We were all--a bad lot--except Jean," went on Isbel.