CHAPTER XXVII -TWO WHO LOVED
Jesse Wingate made a swift instinctive motion toward the revolver which swung at his hip. But Jed sprang between him and Banion.
"No! Hold on, Pap--stop!" cried Jed. "It's all right. I brought him in.
"As a prisoner?"
"I am no man's prisoner, Captain Wingate," said Banion's deep voice.
His eyes were fixed beyond the man to whom he spoke. He saw Molly, to whom her mother now ran, to take the white face in her own hands. Wingate looked from one to the other.
"Why do you come here? What do I owe you that you should bring more trouble, as you always have? And what do you owe me?"
"I owe you nothing!" said Banion. "You owe me nothing at all. I have not traveled in your train, and I shall not travel in it. I tell you once more, you're wrong in your beliefs; but till I can prove that I'll not risk any argument about it."
"Then why do you come to my camp now?"
"You should know."