"What are you doing here?" he blurted out.
"The same as yourself," replied Evan. "Only a volunteer."
Without another word Anway turned. Evan went with him. He had no intention of letting him warn Corinna. They mounted the main stairway side by side, Anway gazing stiffly ahead, Evan watching him with a grin.
As soon as they rounded into the saloon Evan saw Corinna, and his head swam a little. She was so very dear and desirable he forgot how badly she had used him. She was kneeling on the carpet, feeding a hungry baby with cup and spoon. The baby sat in the lap of a woman so spent and done, she could do no more than keep the infant from slipping off. It was an appealing sight. In such an attitude Corinna was all woman, her face as tender as a saint's. Evan laid a restraining hand on Anway's arm.
"Let the kid have his meal anyway," he whispered.
But some current of electricity warned Corinna. Looking up, she saw Evan at a dozen paces' distance. Evan trembled for the cup. It was not dropped. Corinna had herself better in hand than Anway. No muscle of her face changed; only the light of her eyes hardened.
"She thinks you brought me aboard," murmured Evan wickedly.
Anway flushed.
Corinna resumed her feeding of the baby.
Evan was divided between admiration and chagrin. Secretly he had counted on his appearance creating a more dramatic effect than this.