She lay back, unanswering, and watched him. And presently, though not for him to see, a little smile touched her lips and for a short instant lighted her big gray eyes.... And in her heart she said: "He is so obvious, with all his thinking that he is a man whom a girl cannot see through! All day he has made me ride, while he walked! He said that that was to make better time! And, with every opportunity to harm me, he has not harmed a hair of my head! He has not even touched me with his big, blundering hands!... And he looks white and sick from his hurt...."
He rummaged in a corner; he made a fire in his fireplace; he ripped open a couple of cans and set coffee to boil in a battered pot as black as an African negro. Suddenly Lynette, who had been silent a long while, exclaimed:
"I know now! We are still on your land. This is the very cabin where, six years ago, you robbed Babe Deveril of three thousand dollars!"
"No!" he said. "You have guessed wrong!" And then: "So your little friend, Baby Devil, told you many a tale about my wickedness?"
"He told me that one."
"And did he tell you the sequel? How I squared with him?"
So he wanted her to think well of him! She made herself comfortable, leaning back against the wall.
"Have you the vaguest inkling of the difference between right and wrong, Bruce Standing?" she asked him impudently.
He laughed at her—become suddenly harsh.
"Come," he said, "it is time for food. And then, for a man who does not break his word, blow high, blow low, to keep an appointment."