“Yes,” he said presently, “for a while he must still have the blame.”
Then he turned to the woman.
“I wish I could get hold of Jim,” he said regretfully. “Amongst other things, I want his horse.”
In an instant Eve remembered.
“He’s over in your shack. I saw him go there at sundown.”
Peter’s face cleared.
“Good,” he cried. “Come on, we’ll all go over there. I’ll go by the front way, with Elia. You sneak out the back way after we’re gone.”