d at him. For
a moment the two men faced each other, the one with anger boiling up
inside of him, the other struggling to put down the resentment aroused
by Huntington's belligerent tone. Claire crushed the slip of paper in
her hand, and watched them fearfully.

"I judge from your manner," said Hillyer at length, when he had
controlled himself, "that you dislike her being there as much as I do.
But as I am all in the dark, I'll be greatly obliged to you if you
will answer my question. Who is Philip Haig?"

"That's what I'd like to know!" blurted out Huntington.

Hillyer made a gesture of impatience.

"But he's your neighbor," he said curtly.

"And that's about all I know of him," Huntington replied, "except that
we ought to have run him out of the Park long ago, and will do it yet,
so help me God!"

"Why?" asked Hillyer shortly.

Then, as clearly as he could in his rage, Seth gave Hillyer a brief
account of the events of the four years that Haig had been in the
Park,--an account that satisfied Hillyer as little as it had satisfied
Marion. He had meant, in the beginning, to ask how Marion had come to
know Haig, and if they had been much together; but he now surmised
that Huntington and his wife were as ignorant as himself of that
acquaintanceship, or friendship, or whatever it was that could have
made possible the astounding emotions he had seen on Marion's face.
Hillyer's situation was difficult. If Marion had a secret he must
guard it for her, whatever it might cost him. Yet now he needed help,
and no one could help him but Huntington and his wife. And at the
first words on the subject, Huntington had (more in the tone of his
speech than the matter) shown him that little help could be expected
in that quarter. Last of all, and not to be forgotten, he was the
Huntingtons' guest.

"How bad's he hurt?" asked Huntington.

Hillyer shook his head dubiously.

"It's impossible to say just yet. Doctor Norris fears that the
pancreas is ruptured. In that case--" He shrugged his shoulders. "At
any rate, the pancreas and the stomach are temporarily paralyzed by
the blow of the saddle horn--the horse seems to have gone over
backward on him. If he gets over the shock there's still the danger of
inflammation. There ought to be ice packs. Cold water will have to do.
They must be changed every minute. Doctor Norris told me--" He paused
to look intently at Claire--"Doctor Norris told me that nothing but
the most careful nur