"And what is that?"
"That you will tell the whole truth, and that you put it in writing and sign it."
"Look here, miss," he said, insolently, "do you take me for a blooming fool?"
"If you had been wise," she answered, "you would not have put yourself within reach of the law. However, you can take your own course." And she reined up her horse, as though the interview was at an end.
"Don't go yet," he said, seizing the bridle-rein. "You don't give a fellow time to think. How do I know that you're not pretending?"
"If I didn't know, how could I tell you?" she answered, severely. "What I don't know I have confessed to."
"And if I tell you that, you won't blab about the rest?"
"If you put it in writing and sign it, it shall be kept absolutely secret for a year."
He laughed scornfully. "I can assure you, miss," he said, "I'm not so green as I look."
"Very good," she answered, with a laugh. "You ought to know best," and she again pulled at the rein. But Tim was evidently afraid to let her go.