“You saw it?” asked Courthorne.
“Yes, but not until you backed the beast and he commenced plunging.”
“He plunged once or twice before you caught the bridle?”
“Yes,” said Witham quietly.
Courthorne laughed. “You are a curious man. It would have cleared the ground for you.”
“No,” said Witham dryly, “I don’t know that you will understand me, but I scarcely think it would. It may have been a mistake of mine to do what I did, but I have a good deal on my shoulders already.”
Courthorne made no answer as he led his horse across the bridge. Then he mounted and looked down on the farmer who stood beside him.
“I remember some things, though I don’t always let them influence me to my detriment,” he said. “I’m going back to the railroad, and then West, and don’t quite know when you will have the pleasure of seeing me again.”
Witham watched him quietly. “It would be wiser if you did not come back until I send for you.”