all over and done with. The question now is, what’s in your heart? I have told you mine. And afterward we can determine what is to be done.”

“Oh, Dick,” she breathed, after silence had grown painful, “I do love you, I shall always love you. You are my Red Cloud. Why, do you know, only yesterday, out on your sleeping porch, I turned my face to the wall. It was terrible. It didn’t seem right. I turned it out again, oh so quickly.”

He lighted a cigarette and waited.

“But you have not told me what is in your heart, all of it,” he chided finally.

“I do love you,” she repeated.

“And Evan?”