Denham laughed slightly, but made no effort to defend himself, and they drove off—Roy watching his friend with a rapt gaze.
"Den, what was it for? Why couldn't you ride?"
"I did intend. Somebody else was in more need."
"Couldn't you have had a second horse?"
"No—" with a smile. "The order took every one by surprise. Most of us were short of cash."
Roy thought of what Curtis had said. "And I suppose you gave what you had to everybody else, and kept none for yourself."
"I shared with others—of course—"
"What is the reason for your all being sent back now?"
"I don't know."
Ivor seemed incapable of starting remarks himself; and Roy, realising his condition, sank into silence, unable to take his eyes from that worn face. They reached the house, and he sprang down.