“Just six o’clock,” I answered, as indifferently as I could.
“That’s a very valuable watch you carry in these lonely hills;” and her look spoke her thought much more eloquently than her words.
“It’s a very good timekeeper,” I answered at random.
Her intent gaze held me all the while, and I saw gathering in her eyes something of the suspicion with which she had first heard my name the previous night.
“How did you get it?”
“Are you not over quick with your suspicions?”
“Am I to fear you—or trust you?”
“If you trust me it will have to be without asking any questions—at present. You have no reason to fear me; and never will have.”
“You must tell me where you got so valuable a thing—you, a peasant of the hills?”
“I am not a peasant of the hills.”