“You shall not do it. Oh, please let me talk it over with you.”
“No.”
“Have you forgotten already?—and you said you would always remember.” She almost whispered it.
She had stung his consent at last. “Very well,” he said, and opened the door to let her pass into the inner room.
But she noticed that his eyes were hard as jade.
“Don’t you see that he came here to save me?” she cried, when they were alone. “Don’t you see it was for me? He didn’t come to spy out your place of hiding.”
“I see that he has found it. If I let him go, he will bring back a posse to take us.”
“You could ride across the line into Mexico.”
“I could, but I won’t.”
“But why?”