"Haven't you even the wit to urge the one creditable thing you did?"
Brooke contrived to meet her eyes. "You mean when I came into the ranch one night. You don't know that was merely a part of the rest?"
The blood rushed to Barbara's face. "The man was your confederate, and you fell out over the booty—or perhaps you heard me coming and arranged the little scene for my benefit?"
"No," said Brooke, with a harsh laugh. "In that case the climax of it would have been unnecessarily realistic. You may remember that he shot me. Still, since you may as well know the worst of me, it happened that we both came there with the same purpose, which is somewhat naturally accounted for by the fact that your brother-in-law was away that night."
"And you allowed me to sympathize with you for your injury and to fancy——"
Barbara broke off abruptly, for it appeared inadvisable under the circumstances to let him know what motive she had accredited him with.
"My brother-in-law is naturally not aware of this?" she said.
"I, at least, considered it necessary to acquaint him with most of it before I went to the Dayspring. No doubt you will find it difficult to credit that, but if it appears worth while you can of course confirm it. You would evidently have been less tolerant than he has shown himself!"
Barbara stood up, and Brooke became sensible of intense relief as he saw Mrs. Devine was approaching with a bundle of wraps.
"I would sooner have sacrificed the mine than continue to have any dealings with you," she said.