"Do you still believe"—he lifted her chin and looked into her eyes. "Do you still believe I fired that shot in the dark, Deirdre?"
"Did you, Conal?" she asked simply.
He turned from her with a gesture of disappointment.
"Oh, it was in anger, and when you weren't sure of what you were doing, I know," she cried.
He opened the door.
"You're not going to-night?" she asked.
"No. You're right. It'll be better to wait till the morning," he said, with, for Conal, a strange quietude. "I want to give the mare a rub down and a feed. Are there any bones for Sally? Throw a shakedown by the fire for me. I'll be in directly."
CHAPTER XLIV
Conal was early astir. Deirdre heard him moving in the kitchen and then out of doors.