Phyl turned pale, a deadly sign.
“I’d never dream of getting out of temper with you,” said she.
It was his turn to flush. You might have struck Silas Grangerson without upsetting his balance, but the slightest suspicion of a sneer raised all the devil in him. Had Phyl been a man he would have knocked him off the log. He cast the stump of his cigarette on the ground and pounded it with his heel. Had there been anything breakable within reach he would have broken it. Her anger with him vanished and she laughed.
“You’ve flushed now,” said she.
CHAPTER III
When they came round to the front of the house they found Colonel Grangerson and Miss Pinckney coming down the steps.
They were going to the garden in search of Phyl.
“We’ve been looking at the horses,” said Silas, after he had greeted Miss Pinckney. “No, sir, I did not leave any of the doors open, but I’ve been looking for Sam with a blacksnake whip to liven him up. He left the grey without grooming after she was brought in this morning, and I was rubbing her down myself when this lady came into the yard.”