"He's a Whitney!"
"Sorry you didn't shoot him?"
"I--It's not that, Jeff. I wasn't thinking very straight when I told you
I aimed to shoot all the Whitneys. It's--Why should a Whitney be in my
pop's cabin?"
"He was at our door and he was hungry."
"Well--Doggonit, Jeff! You talk sense!"
Jeff heaved an inward sigh of relief. Yesterday Dan had not only talked
of killing every Whitney, but he had acted fully capable of doing it.
But yesterday he had been tired, hungry and so terribly alone. Good food
and proper rest had worked a change, but they had not made him forget
why he was here. Nothing would ever do that.