“All well,” replied Huntington, rather stiffly, meaning to be very reserved in this business.
Claire inclined her head without speaking. Her blue eyes were round, her lips parted, and something of the old terror showed in her face, though she knew very well why Haig was there.
“Thursby has told you?” asked Haig.
“Yes,” was Huntingdon’s answer, still putting everything up to his enemy.
“Well then, Huntington, since you’ll deal with Thursby now, I thought we might as well ask each other a few questions, and give straight answers.”
“I’m ready,” said Huntington gruffly.
“Thank you. First, did you drive that bunch of cattle off the cliff?”
“No. But did you scatter those twenty head of mine?”
“No. Both mere accidents undoubtedly. Second, did you advise setting an ambush for me?”