"I reckon not."
"Don't be so stubborn. If you didn't feel like coming, you would not have been at that window last night."
His face flushed at this thrust which he could not parry.
"Well, I reckon I won't go there again."
"No; come inside next time. Come, ride half way to the ranch, and tell me about that trip of yours to the Blackfeet. Major Dreyer gave you great praise for your work there."
"He should have praised you;" and her own color deepened at the significance of his words.
"I met Kalitan on his way to the ranch, as I came," she said in the most irrelevant way.
He looked at her very sharply, but didn't speak.
"Well, are you going to escort me home, or must I go alone?"
"It is daylight; you know every foot of the way, and you don't need me," he said, summing up the case briefly. "When you do, let me know."