“Then that was the reason THEY didn't gather at the fire,” said Stacy quickly.
“Ah!” said Demorest, “then YOU too suspected them?”
Stacy hesitated, and then said abruptly, “Yes.”
Demorest was silent for a moment.
“Why didn't you tell me this this morning?” he said gently.
Stacy pointed to the distant Barker. “I didn't want you to tell him. I thought it better for one partner to keep a secret from two than for the two to keep it from one. Why didn't you tell me of your experience last night?”
“I am afraid it was for the same reason,” said Demorest, with a faint smile. “And it sometimes seems to me, Jim, that we ought to imitate Barker's frankness. In our dread of tainting him with our own knowledge of evil we are sending him out into the world very poorly equipped, for all his three hundred thousand dollars.”
“I reckon you're right,” said Stacy briefly, extending his hand. “Shake on that!”
The two men grasped each other's hands.
“And he's no fool, either,” continued Demorest. “When we met Steptoe on the road, without a word from me, he closed up alongside, with his hand on the lock of his rifle. And I hadn't the heart to praise him or laugh it off.”