"This morning?"
"Yes, in the hut. I saw him."
"You saw him in the hut? The fool!" cried Rigden. "So he let you see him! Did you speak to him?"
"No, thank you," said Moya, with unaffected disgust. "I was riding up to see whether there was any water at the hut. I turned my horse straight round, and did without."
"And didn't Ives see him?"
"No, he was with the sheep; when I joined him and said I could see no tank, which was perfectly true, he wanted to go back for the water himself."
She stopped abruptly.
"Well?"
"I wouldn't let him," said Moya. "That's all."
She rode on without glancing on either hand. Dusk had fallen; there were no more shadows. The sun had set behind them; but Moya still felt the glow she could not see; and it was in like manner that she was aware also of Rigden's long gaze.