Still he was silent, and she demanded:
“Aren’t you surprised?”
She looked crestfallen, so he asked obligingly:
“Where did all of this happen?”
“In a draw a couple of miles this side of Prouty, where I found the horses. They had gone there to get out of the wind and it was by only a chance that I rode down into it.
“She was in the bottom, huddled against a rock, and didn’t see me until I was nearly on her. I thought she was sick—she looked terrible.”
“And was she?”
“No—she was worried.”
“Naturally. Any woman would be who married Toomey.”
“About money.”