Steve looked after her in amazed surprise. “Now don't it beat the band the way a woman takes a thing.”
Dubiously he took himself to the stable and said good-by to Dillon.
An hour later she went down to dinner still flushed and excited. Before she had been in the room two minutes her father gave her a piece of startling news.
“I been talking to Steve. Gracious, gyurl, what do you reckon that boy's a-goin' to do?”
Arlie felt the color leap into her cheeks.
“What, dad?”
“He's a'goin' back to Gimlet Butte, to give himself up to Brandt, day after to-morrow.”
“But—what for?” she gasped.
“Durned if I know! He's got some fool notion about playin' fair. Seems he came into the Cedar Mountain country to catch the Squaw Creek raiders. Brandt let him escape on that pledge. Well, he's give up that notion, and now he thinks, dad gum it, that it's up to him to surrender to Brandt again.”
The girl's eyes were like stars. “And he's going to go back there and give himself up, to be tried for killing Faulkner.”