Jig saw his self-respect come back to him, saw his eye grow bright and clear. Arizona was like a man with a new "good resolution." He wanted to test his strength and astonish someone with his change.
"There is one great thing in which I need help," she said.
"Good! And what's that?"
"Riley Sinclair is in jail."
"H'm," muttered Arizona. "He ain't in on a serious charge. Let him stay a while." Stiffening in the saddle he stared at her. "Does Sinclair know?"
"What?" asked the girl, but she flushed in spite of herself.
"That you ain't a man?"
"Yes."
For a moment he considered her crimson face gloomily. "You and Sinclair was sort of pals, I guess," he said at length.
Faintly she replied in the affirmative, and her secret was written as clearly as sunlight on her face. Yet she kept her eyes raised bravely.