When State Trooper Stormont rode up to Clinch's with Eve Strayer lying in his arms, Mike Clinch strode out of the motley crowd around the tavern, laid his rifle against a tree, and stretched forth his powerful hands to receive his stepchild.
He held her, cradle, looking down at her in silence as the men clustered around.
"Eve," he said hoarsely, "be you hurted?"
The girl opened her sky-blue eyes.
"I'm all right, dad, ... just tired. ... I've got your parcel ... safe ..."
"To hell with the gol-dinged parcel," he almost sobbed; "--did Quintana harm you?"
"No, dad."
As he carried her to the veranda the packet fell from her cramped fingers. Clinch kicked it under a chair and continued on into the house and up the stairs to Eve's bedroom.
Flat on the bed, the girl opened her drowsy eyes again, unsmiling.
"Did that dirty louse misuse you?" demanded Clinch unsteadily. "G'wan tell me, girlie."
"He knocked me down. ... He went away to get fire to make me talk. I cut up the blanket they gave me and made a rope. Then I went over the cliff into the big pine below. That was all, dad."
Clinch filled a tin basin and washed the girl's torn feet. When he had dried them he kissed them. She felt his unshaven lips trembling, heard him whimper for the first time in his life.
"Why the hell didn't you give Quintana the packet?" he demanded. "What does that count for -- what does any damn thing count for against you, girlie?"
She looked up at him out of heavy-lidded eyes: "You told me to take good care of it."
"It's only a little truck I'd laid by for you," he retorted unsteadily, "-- a few trifles for to make a grand lady of you when the time's ripe. 'Tain't worth a thorn in your little foot to me. ... The hull gol-dinged world full o' money ain't worth that there stone-bruise onto them little white feet o' yourn, Eve.
"Look at you now -- my God, look at you there, all peaked an' scairt an' bleedin' -- plum tuckered out, 'n' all ragged 'n' dirty----"
A blaze of fury flared in his small pale eyes: "-- And he hit you, too, did he? -- that skunk! Quintana done that to my little girlie, did he?"
"I don't know if it was Quintana. I don't know who he was, dad," she murmured drowsily.