“She is very immature,” explained Wilson, “and so believed the older man easily.”
“And you?”
“We have come in search of her––to take her back.”
“But does she wish to return?”
“If I can make her see–––”
“It is difficult to make a woman see sometimes. It is possible that she was led to come to Bogova in search of her father––but that would not bring her over the mountains. There are other things––like all women she is fond of gold and jewels?”
“That may be,” answered Wilson, with heat. “But if you knew her, you would understand that no such motive would lead her to venture so much and endure so much. Nothing could blind her eyes to common sense but such a motive as this which drove her on.”
The Priest smiled; he detected the underlying incentive in Wilson’s own hazard, but there was still Stubbs and his relation to Danbury. He suspected treachery of some sort.
Wilson grew impatient.