“I thought a heap of my young mistress,” he added, in evident apology for this display of what such men call weakness. “I didn’t know that it was in me to cry for anything, but I find that I can cry for her.”
Hexford left his window, and Sweetwater slid from his; next minute they met at the stable door.
“Had luck?” whispered the local officer.
“Enough to bring me here,” acknowledged the other.
“Do you mean to this house or to this stable?”
“To this stable.”
“Have you heard that the horse was out that night?”
“Yes, she was out.”
“Who driving?”
“Ah, that’s the question!”