“I see.” Neal was silent for a moment.
“Do you think I did wrong?” asked Alison, anxiously.
“No, not from your standpoint. I reckon anyhow you did right. The fellow is ignorant, and from what I have gathered, was only a tool in Pike Smith’s hands. He’ll have to leave the country, though, if he wants to save his neck.”
“I warned Brigida of that. Do you know where that Night Creek is?”
“Just about.”
“Is it far?”
“Right smart of a ways. You’ve got me some lines to go on.”
“You haven’t told anybody about your going, have you?”
“No. I told John I was going off on some business, but I did not say where. I am glad you can start me on the right track.” He did not say that even this was vague enough information, and that the journey presented more dangers than she knew.
“Now where is my present?” said the girl, holding out her hand.