man's storm of grief had
passed that Nan bethought herself of the need in which he stood. Nor
was that need apparent until his whole note had changed to a moody
bitterness with which he regarded the future. Then she understood the
demon that was knocking at the door of his soul.

Immediately her decision was taken. She left the two men together and
went to make the necessary preparations for this refugee's
accommodation. Curiously enough, these preparations were not complete
for nearly an hour, at the time, in fact, that it was her father's
habit to seek his bed.

When she returned to the parlor the place was full of the reek of Bud's
tobacco, but it was only from the one pipe. Neither of the men were
talking when she entered the room, and her glance passed swiftly from
one to the other.

She moved over to where Jeff was sitting with his back turned to her,
and stood behind his chair.

"Everything's fixed for you, Jeff," she said. "But--but maybe you
don't feel like turning in yet. My Daddy usually goes at this time,
and--he's had a hard day."

Bud looked across at her. His pipe was removed from his mouth for the
purpose of protest. But the protest remained unspoken in face of the
meaning he beheld in the girl's brown eyes. Instead he rose heavily
from his rocker.

"Say, jest take your time, Jeff, boy," he said. "Guess you'll need to
think hard before mornin'. I don't guess it's your way to jump at
things. I ain't never see you jump yet. Anyway, when you're thinkin',
boy, it'll be best to remember that a woman's jest a woman, an' her
notions ain't allus our notions."

Nan came over to him, and he rested one great arm about her shoulders,
and stooped and kissed her.

"Good-night, little gal," he said. "Maybe Jeff'll excuse me. An'
maybe you ken tell him some o' them things that don't come easy to me.
So long, Jeff. I'll sure see you in the mornin' before you quit."

He stood uncertainly for a moment with his arm upon Nan's shoulders.
He seemed to want to say more, and was at a loss how to say it.
Finally he stuck his pipe back into his mouth with a savage thrust and
lumbered heavily from the room.

Nan understood. She knew he was laboring under profound emotion, and a
feeling of self-disgust at his own inability to help his partner and
friend.

As the door closed she moved over to the table and leaned against it.
Jeff's back was toward her, and his face was turned in the direction of
th