Simon looked him in the eyes, with the faintest glimmer of a smile.
“Hell no,” he said. “It wouldn’t be legal. In fact, I might even think of taking some dynamite over and helping him a bit... Of course, I couldn’t do that now, though — not in broad daylight. I think that Max has a proud and sensitive nature, and he wouldn’t be happy if he knew about it. But if you and I rode over very quietly after dinner, we might be able to do a couple of little things for him... Of course, that’d just be a little secret between us.”
Reefe’s face relaxed so slowly that there was not a movement of a muscle which could have been identified, and yet the change was so profound that he no longer looked like the same man.
“Why, sure,” he agreed. “It’s nice ridin’ around here after the moon’s up.”
“I’ll go back with you and show you the way,” said the girl.
Simon knew how Reefe looked at her without watching. He said, “You don’t really need to. It won’t be any trick to find.”
“It’s time I was getting back, anyhow. I want to know how Daddy made out.”
The Saint shrugged.
On the way back he said, “Hank is good people.”
She said, “Yes.”