"He didn't tell no one but me, fer as I know. He didn't tell Pap."
"When did he tell you?"
"Las' night," said Moll, suddenly dropping her eyes. "He wuz drinkin',—an' I thought mebby he wuz lyin'."
"You are sure he did not tell your father?"
"I'm purty shore he didn't."
"Why did he tell you?"
The girl raised her eyes. There was a deeper look of pain in them now. "I'd ruther not tell," she muttered.
"You need not be afraid."
"Well, he wuz arguin' with me. He said there wuzn't any good women in the world. 'Why,' sez he, 'I seen a woman this very day that everybody thinks is as good as the angels up in heaven, but when I tell you whut I know about her you'll—'"
"You need not go on," interrupted Rachel Carter, drawing her brows together. "Would you believe me if I told you the man lied, Moll Hawk?"