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To her, thus perched up on the big horse, confused and scared by the tumult, approached a tall, sallow, gaunt old woman, in a huge green sunbonnet, and a butternut gown of coarsest homespun. Her features were strongly marked, but their expression was not unkindly, though just now troubled and anxious. "I guess I've seen yew tew meetin," she said to Prudence. "Ain't you Fennell's gal?"
A half-hour passed, then another; at last she sent a maid in quest of him, but the report she received was not reassuring; Bob was scarcely in a condition to come to his room. Lorelei's lips were white as she dismissed the servant. By and by the music ceased. She heard people passing in the hall, and distinguished Betty Fennell's voice bidding good night to some one. Still she waited.
Guided more by instinct than by reason or memory, she found Mrs. Fennell's chamber and pounded upon its door with blind fury. She heard a stir from the direction whence she had come, and Hayman's voice calling something unintelligible; then Mrs. Fennell's startled face appeared before her. "What's the matter? My DEAR! You'll wake everybody in the house."
Fennell's gaze hardened; she stiffened herself, saying coldly: "Why, certainly, if you insist upon rousing the whole household; but he's in no condition to understand this silly affair. You might have SOME consideration for us." "Sure!" echoed the husband. "Go to sleep and forget it. Don't spoil the party." "You realize we have other guests?" snapped Mrs. Fennell.
Hamlin, standing in the door, said: "Perez, this is Prudence Fennell, George Fennell's girl. She heard you had seen her father, and came to ask you about him." The girl came near to Perez, and looked up at him with a questioning face, in which anxiety was struggling with timidity.
The scene, dimly lighted by the smouldering camp-fire, was so ludicrous as to send the boys into shouts of laughter. All were thoroughly awake now. They had made camp at sunset on the banks of the East Fork, of what was known as Fennell's Creek, a broad, deep stream which, joining its companion fork some ten miles further down, flowed into the clear waters of the Yellowstone.
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