She stole a look at his impassive face.
“And you saw the sports?”
“Yes; and rode on after you—”
“Because you feared your prisoner might be taking French leave? No; this is the end of the rainbow to me. I have no desire to leave—at present.”
They were riding slowly on.
“Where did you learn to ride?”
“I don’t remember; it was so long ago.”
“That was circus riding.”
“It did look like it,” she said deprecatingly.
“If you can ride like that, why did you leave the circus for the life—”