"I go anywhere, everywhere. No one has ever had the effrontery to question my actions," Alaire told him, stiffly.
"And I don't aim to give 'em a chance." Dave was stubborn.
There was another interval of silence.
"You heard what José said. What are you going to do?"
Dave made a gesture of indifference. "It doesn't greatly matter. I'll tell him the truth, perhaps."
Such an attitude was incomprehensible to Alaire and brought an impatient frown to her brow. "You don't seem to realize that he will try to revenge himself."
"You might warn him against any such foolishness. José has some sense."
The woman looked up curiously. "Don't you know how to be afraid?
Haven't you any fear?" she asked.
Dave's gray eyes were steady as he answered: "Yes'm! I'm afraid this thing is going to spoil our friendship. I've been desperately afraid, all along, that I might have hurt your reputation. Even now I'm afraid, on your account, to make public Panfilo Sanchez's death. Yes'm, I know what it is to be afraid."
"I presume the law would hold you blameless," she said, thoughtfully.