They came in together, Bannister supported by McWilliams's arm.
The eyes of both mistress and maid brimmed over with tears when
they saw them. Helen dragged forward a chair for the sheepman,
and he sank into it. From its depths he looked up with his rare,
sweet smile.
"I've heard about it," he told her, in a low voice. "I've heard
how y'u fought for my life all day. There's nothing I can say. I
owed y'u everything already twice, and now I owe it all over
again. Give me a lifetime and I couldn't get even."
Helen's swift glance swept over Nora and the foreman. They were
in a dark alcove, oblivious of anybody else. Also they were in
each other's arms frankly. For some reason wine flowed into the
cream of Helen's cheeks.
"Do you have to 'get even'? Among friends is that necessary?" she
asked shyly.
"I hope not. If it is, I'm sure bankrupt Even my thanks seem to
stay at home. If y'u hadn't done so much for me, perhaps I could
tell y'u how much y'u had done But I have no words to say it."
"Then don't," she advised.
"Y'u're the best friend a man ever had. That's all I can say."
"It's enough, since you mean it, even though it isn't true," she
answered gently.
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