"Got under your guard with that one, eh, ol'-timer? Just so!—if you'll permit a Seldenism. Tit for tat, as the fella says! Your move again."
And then she threw back her head and laughed to the skies above her.
"Where are you going?" he asked.
"Ridin'."
"You weren't headed for the Old Ivison Place."
"No, not this morning. I was not seeking you. But since I've met you, and the worst is over, I'll not avoid you."
"Help me pack a load of grub down the cañon; then I'll go 'ridin' with you."
She nodded assent.
"I thought so," she observed, as he led Poche and Smith from hiding.
"I thought you'd turn back, or turn off, if you saw me here ahead of you," he made confession.