Rawley did not believe that she intended to heave it anywhere, but he passed the point.
“If cousins fell in love, they—would you consider the relationship any bar—”
Nevada went white around the mouth.
“I certainly should! You ought to be ashamed to ask a question like that. No man with any decency could think of such a thing.”
“I’m decent,” Rawley contended, “and I thought of it.” But he did not pursue the subject further. Nevada had turned and was walking on toward the camp of Cramer, and Rawley could do nothing but follow. The path was too narrow to permit him to walk beside her, and a man feels a fool making love to a woman’s back.
“Have you done anything further about the dam?” he asked, after a silence.
“I believe the work is going ahead,” Nevada replied, keeping straight on.
“You must have received my letter about it; or didn’t you?”
“Yes, I received a letter about something of the sort.”
“You didn’t answer it, did you? I never received any reply.”