“Was he the other man?” she asked.
“Well, it’s a serious charge to lay against the Governor’s son,” he replied, “but I’m afraid he was the other man.”
There was such a look of consternation in her face that he sought to calm her. 203
“He’s not likely to go any further with it, though,” Slavens added.
“Oh, you don’t know him. You don’t know him!” Agnes protested earnestly.
He searched her face with a quick glance.
“Do you?” he asked, calmly.
“There is something bad in his face–something hiding, it seems to me,” she said, without show of conscious evasion.
“I’ll call him, no matter what move he makes,” Slavens declared, looking speculatively across the gorge. “Look how high the sun is up the wall over yonder. I think we’d better be going back.”
“Oh, I’ve kept you too long,” she cried in self-reproach. “And to think you were in the saddle all night.”