As everyone in the cabin looked at Harris, contempt for the notion of telepathy obvious, they saw her face change to one of grave concern.
“What is it, Irene?” Murdock asked.
“There is something wrong,” Harris replied adamantly. She was on her feet, pacing. “I don’t know how, but I have the feeling Annie Cooper needs my help. It’s something serious!”
“I wonder how that could be possible,” Murdock asked flippantly. “No one can come here without me knowing and no one has been here. No postal carriers. No pony express. No stagecoaches.”
“You’re mocking me,” Harris accused. “I don’t know how I know; I just do. It’s just…a feeling!”
“I wasn’t mocking you…exactly,” Murdock responded. “I was trying to get you to challenge your own belief system. You may want to be more open-minded. Well, Dec
