"You leave me out."
"I'd trust you to the end of everything, Riley."
"I b'lieve you would, Jig—I honest believe you would! Heaven knows why."
"Because."
"That ain't a reason."
"A very good woman's reason. For one thing you've let me come along when you know that I'm a weight, and you're in danger. But you don't know what it means if I go back. You can't know. I know it's wrong and cowardly for me to stay and imperil you, but I am a coward, and I'm afraid to go back!"
"Hush up," murmured Sinclair. "Hush up, girl. Is they anybody asking you to go back? But you don't really figure on hanging out here with me in the mountains, me having most of the gents in these parts out looking for my scalp?"
"If you think I won't be such an encumbrance that I'll greatly endanger you, Riley."
"H'm," muttered Sinclair. "I'll take that chance, but they's another thing."
"Well?"