“Don’t you think it is about time to trust me, Frank?”

“I do trust you, old man.”

“You are wrong.”

“How?”

“You have not trusted me of late.”

“In what way?”

“You have had a secret from me. You cannot deny me.”

“Even that is not proof that I do not trust you.”

“Then you confess you have had a secret?” cried the Virginian eagerly.

“Yes.”