“I can’t say rightly what I think. Seems like if I had some other way — something besides words to tell my thoughts with, I could do it better; but words are all we have — and seems like when I want them most they won’t come.”

“That’s the way with all of us. Don’t you see you are still beyond my reach? Come. If you can’t tell your thoughts in words, give them by the touch of your hands as you did a moment ago.”

She did as he bade her and, leaning forward, took his hand in both her own.

“That’s right. I’ll teach you how to tell your thoughts without words. Now, how came you to find us the other day?”

“I don’t know myself. It was a strange way. First I rode down to Teasley’s