But strength poured into her and her natural coolness returned. Once more she had a grip on herself; she felt completely capable of handling the situation. Chunk Farman stood in the doorway. He swayed so he had to hold to the side of the door with one hand. In the other he held a gun. The trickle of blood still ran slowly down his chin from the right corner of his mouth. His lower lip was purple and swollen and his eyes were glazed with pain. “Get out,” he said thickly. Idell realized the gun must have come from Maybelle’s room. She recognized it by the pearl handle. Chunk had either got up and gone in there or Maybelle had come out. She didn’t know nor care right now. It was enough that he had come. “Get out, Link,” Idell said very quietly. She looked at Link as he hesitated, his eyes swinging from one to the other of them. “Go to your room,” she said. Farman stood aside as Link moved slowly and silently from the room. Idell could hear his footsteps receding. “Are you all right?”
