For no reason at all she was suddenly convinced of the truth of Harris's suspicions concerning Slade. She noted that his eyes traveled from one man to the next till he had scrutinized every one that worked the herd.
"Are you looking for Morrow?" she demanded, and instantly regretted her remark. Slade's face did not change by so much as the bat of an eye and he failed to reply for a space—too long a space, she reflected—then turned to her.
"Morrow—who's he?" he asked. "And why should I look for him?"
"He rode for you last year," she said.
"Oh! That fellow. I recall him now. Bleak-looking citizen," he said. "And what about him?"
"You tell me," she countered.
"That new foreman of yours—the fellow that was scouting round alone for a few months—has been talking with his mouth," Slade said. "If he keeps that up I'll have to ask him to speak right out what's on his mind."
"He'll tell you," she prophesied. "What then?"
"Then I'll kill him," the man stated.
The girl motioned to Lanky Evans and he rode across to them.