“It would be, if I hadn’t run every possible scent to earth already. I want to find the fellow.”
“For what purpose?” queried Jarvis, leaning forward to watch the even play of his mare’s hoofs.
“I want to pay him back and free the girl. It’s a damned outrage to hold a woman bound in this sneaking, secret fashion. It doesn’t give either of us any show.”
Jarvis appeared to ponder this statement in silence for a while.
“Perhaps you’re right,” he said, at last.
“There’s no ‘perhaps’ about it,” said David excitedly. “Of course I’m right! Here I’ve been hanging about for months, waiting for the person—whoever it is—to show up. I’m ready to settle the business by paying back the money.”
He met the other’s sharply inquiring look with a boastful grimace.
“I can do it; don’t make any mistake on that score!”
“And after you’ve made the transfer; what then?”
Jarvis’s tone was icy; his eyes searched the handsome, flushed face at his side mercilessly.