“His wife and children.” Melissy recalled the smoldering admiration in his bold eyes. She laughed shortly. “That finishes him with me. He’s married, is he? Well, I know the kind of husband he is.”
Jack flashed a quick look at her. He guessed what she meant. But this did not square at all with what his friends had told him of O’Connor.
“Did he ask for me?”
“No. He said he preferred to play a lone hand. His manner was unpleasant all the time. He knows it all. I could see that.”
“Anyhow, he’s a crackerjack in his line. Have you heard from your father since he set out?”
“Not yet.”
“Well, I’m going to start to-night with a posse for the Cache. If O’Connor comes back, tell him I’ll follow the Roaring Fork.”
“You’ll not go this time without a gun, Jack,” she said with a ghost of a smile.
“No. I want to make good this trip.” 228
“You did splendidly before. Not one man in a hundred would have done so well.”