CHAPTER 31
The first thing the people in Pollard’s big house knew of the return of
the two was a voice singing faintly and far off in the stable—they could
hear it because the door to the big living room was opened. And Kate
Pollard, who had been sitting idly at the piano, stood up suddenly and
looked around her. It did not interrupt the crap game of the four at one
side of the room, where they kneeled in a close circle. But it brought
big Pollard himself to the door in time to meet Denver Pete as the latter
hurried in.
When Denver was excited he talked very nearly as softly as he walked. And
his voice tonight was like a contented humming.
“It worked,” was all he said aside to Pollard as he came through the
door. They exchanged silent grips of the hands. Then Kate drew down on
