“I think––I think––” He hesitated, and looked at Carmen.
“Well?” impatiently.
“I think he––has been greatly angered by––this girl––and by my presence here.”
“Ah!” Her face set hard. Then abruptly: “What are you going to do now?”
“I have funds enough to keep me some weeks, Madam, while making plans for the future.”
“Then remain where I can keep in touch with you.”
For the Beaubien had just returned from a two hours’ ride with J. Wilton Ames, and she felt that she needed a friend.