"You left me very abruptly last night," Weston charged, looking keenly at the young man.
"I certainly did," and Reynolds smiled. "But sometimes there is a virtue in abruptness, especially——"
"Especially what?" Weston queried, as Reynolds hesitated. "Go on."
"When a situation becomes tense and awkward."
"And you think it was so last night?"
"I am sure of it."
"What is your reason?"
"My own common sense."
Weston was silent for a few seconds, and puffed steadily at his cigar. Reynolds watching him out of the corner of his eye, wondered what was passing through his mind.
"Have the Indians been telling you anything?" Weston presently asked.