It was perhaps four o'clock the next afternoon, that Roger, at work in the engine house, saw Felicia half running, half plodding through the sand. Elsa, sewing in the living tent, saw her at the same time.
"What can they mean by letting her come out in this awful heat?" she called to Roger.
Roger made no reply but shouted to Felicia, "Don't run, child! It's too hot!"
Felicia's answer was to quicken her pace. With a sudden sense of apprehension Roger went to meet her. Felicia was sobbing when he reached her. He lifted her in his arms.
"What is it, sweetheart?"
Felicia was almost beyond words. "Dicky--he's--sick again! And--he yelled at me--and slapped me, and he knocked Charley over with his fist. And I ran away--to you--"
Roger's lips stiffened. Elsa had joined them and as he set Felicia down, he said hurriedly, "Take her into the tent. Cool her down gradually. Keep her there till I come."
And he set off as fast as he dared in the burning sun. As he neared the ranch house, he could hear Dick's incoherent shouts and as he ran up the trail, Dick appeared on the porch.
"Get out of here, Roger!" he roared, thickly.
Roger ran up the steps. "Where's Charley?"
Dick planted himself belligerently in the doorway, "Get out!" Roger moved slowly toward him. A heavy odor of cologne enveloped Dick. A quick surmise flashed over Roger.
"Felicia needs Charley, Dick, I've got to fetch her."
"Get out!" repeated Dick sullenly. He gave a lunge toward Roger and Roger met him with a quick undercut on the jaw that laid Dick flat. He dragged him down the trail to the seed and tool shack, where he turned the heavy button on the door. Then he ran into the house.
Charley lay on the floor, her hair in disorder about her. Roger, with an oath, stooped over her, then ran for a cup of water and bathed her face. In a moment she opened her eyes. Roger's own eyes were black with excitement but he met her puzzled gaze with a twisted smile.
"There you are, Charley! Where are you hurt?"
She did not answer but struggled to rise and Roger putting an arm under her shoulder helped her to her feet where she leaned dizzily against him, for a moment, shoulder to shoulder.
"Where's Felicia, Roger?"
"Safe with Elsa at the Plant. Sit down here on the couch, Charley. Where did Dick strike you?"
"He--he--where is he, Roger?" clinging suddenly to Roger's hand as he laid her back on the couch.
"Locked in the tool house. Charley, you must tell me what happened so I can help you."