“You can’t think of any reason?” She leaned forward and looked directly into his eyes—eyes as honest and as blue as an Arizona sky.
But he stood unconvicted—nay, acquitted. The one reason she had dreaded he might offer to himself had evidently never entered his head. Whatever guesses he might have made on the subject, he was plainly guiltless of thinking she might have come with him because she was in love with him.
“No, I can’t think of any other reason, if the one you gave isn’t the right one.”
“Quite sure?”
“Quite sure, pardner.”
“Think! Why did you come to Chihuahua?”
“To run down Wolf Leroy’s gang and to get Dave Henderson out of prison.”
“Perhaps there is a reason why I should want him out of prison, a better reason than you could possibly have.”
“I don’t savvy it. How can there be? You don’t know him, do you? He’s been in prison almost ever since you were born.” And on top of his last statement Bucky’s eyes began to open with a new light. “Good heavens! It can’t be possible. You’re not Webb Mackenzie’s little girl, are you?”
She did not answer him in words, but from her neck she slipped a chain and handed it to him. On the chain hung a locket.