"I'm afraid I've missed it," said he calmly.
"Missed the fence?"
"It looks like it."
"After what you said just now? Oh, what a fool I was to trust you!"
Their eyes were joined for the next few seconds; then the man's face relaxed in a brutal grin. And Moya began to see the measure of her folly.
"Hypocrite!" she gasped.
"Don't call names, my dear. It's not kind, especially to your father-in-law that is to be!"
Moya shuddered in every member except the hand that gripped her whalebone switch. The gold-mounted handle was deep in her flesh.
"Leave go of my bridle," she said quietly.
"Not just yet, my dear."