"Señorita! señorita!" he exclaimed, and his voice, vibrant with something stronger than surprise, had a certain knowing quality, as if he understood more than he dared to utter. "Señorita, you rise early!"
"Sometimes one likes to look at the morning stars," she remarked.
But there were no stars; only a pale moon, as Ignacio could see for himself.
"Señorita, that young man who was here and Pete Leddy—do you know, señorita?"
"The young man who came down from the pass with me, you mean?" she asked, inwardly shamed at her simulation of casual curiosity.
"Yes, he and Leddy—bad blood between them'" said Ignacio. "You no know, señorita? They fight at daybreak."
The pantomime in the store, Jack's form disappearing with its easy step into the night, analyzed in the light of this news became the natural climax of a series of events all under the spell of fatality.
"Come, Ignacio!" she said. "We must hurry!" And she started around the house toward the street.