“Of a crook?” she finished. “Suppose I stole a horse and sold it and had to vamoose. Even circus managers don’t employ thieves.”
“Who gave you permission to ride to-day?” he demanded.
She pulled from the pocket of her blouse a program and handed it to him.
“You see I was featured,” she explained modestly.
He read it with a frown expressive of displeasure.
“Did Mrs. Kingdon know you were going to do this?”
“No one but one of the men knew.”
“How did you come to meet the men?”
“The children introduced me to one of them and I met the others at the dance. I never knew what dancing really meant until then. I’ve learned to play a very gamey game, too. Craps.”
With a jerk Kurt brought his horse to a halt and reaching over caught her bridle as she was about to spur her horse onward.