“Did the boys tire you?” she asked, noting his unusual silence.
“No. I was thinking about what they told me. They were giving me the inside facts of the Squaw Creek raid.”
She looked up in surprise. “They were?” A little smile began to dimple the corners of her mouth. “That's funny, because they had just got through forgiving me for what I told you.”
“What they told me was how the shooting occurred.”
“I don't know anything about that. When I told you their names I was only telling what I had heard people whisper. That's all I knew.”
“You've been troubled because your friends were in this, haven't you? You hated to think it of them, didn't you?” he asked.
“Yes. It has troubled me a lot.”
“Don't let it trouble you any more. One man was responsible for all the bloodshed. He went mad and saw red for half a minute. Before the rest could stop him, the slaughter was done. The other boys aren't guilty of that, any more than you or I.”
“Oh, I'm glad—I'm glad,” she cried softly. Then, looking up quickly to him: “Who was the man?” she asked.
“I don't know. It is better that neither of us should know that.”