"Oh, I just came along to look at things."
Kars' embarrassment passed. He laughed buoyantly.
"That's how I felt. I needed to look at—things."
"What things?"
The girl pressed him. Her great love demanded confession of those inner feelings and thoughts a man can so rarely express. Kars resorted to subterfuge.
"You see, I'm responsible to you and your mother for the outfit. I had to see nothing's amiss. There won't be a heap of time later, and we start right out by noon. You can trust Bill most all the time. And Charley's no fool on the trail. But I had to get around."
"So you got up before the sun to see to it."
Kars laughed again.
"Yes. Same as you."
The girl shook her head.