"How does Mr. Cameron take it?"
"He's broken altogether."
"Would he"—the Schoolmaster hesitated—"would he consent to say that Davey was droving for him. There were D.C. cows in the mob."
Mrs. Cameron hesitated.
"I think he would do anything—anything in the world to get the boy off," she said.
"I don't know that it would do ... whether it would work," the Schoolmaster said a little wearily. "Probably Davey has said that he was putting the mob through for his father. He said he would if anything happened. If inquiries are made, will you tell Mr. Cameron to back up the story ... it's the only chance. Davey may have been only detained until it could be ascertained whether he is Donald Cameron's son and whether Cameron authorised him to sell the cattle. It would be a splendid opportunity to spoil McNab's game, if it could be done.... But if, for some reason I don't know of yet, it can't be worked, there's another way."
"You mean you'll say you were responsible. Davey was only a drover with you," Mrs. Cameron asked.
"Yes."
She uttered a little cry.
"It was what I meant you to do, but I can't bear to think of it," she said.