Then she went to the cook's room off the back porch and
shook the door.
"Get up quick, Em', Harriet is sick!" she cried; then she ran up to her
own room, opposite Harriet's, and finished dressing herself. As she
was crossing the hall she saw a man on horseback in the street. She
went out on the veranda and called to him. At first she did not
recognize him, but when he came nearer she saw that it was Washburn.
"Are you going to help Mr. Westerfelt?" she asked, in a low tone, as
she leaned over the railing.
"I've done all that kin be done," he said. "I've been round among the
citizens. They all say we'd be fools to try to do anything, Mrs.
Floyd. Some are skeerd to death, an' others pretend they don't think
Mr. Westerfelt's in danger."
She did not answer, fearing her voice would rouse Harriet, and after he
had ridden away, she went back to the girl's room. Harriet was asleep,
so she left her. A few hours later the barkeeper's wife came into the
kitchen and told Mrs. Floyd the latest news. She dropped the pan she
was cleaning and eagerly ran up to Harriet.
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