"We'll finish that little business you interrupted," he told her, riding his triumph roughshod over her feelings.
"You wouldn't, Brill! Not when there is a doubt about it. Jim says he is innocent, and I believe he is. Surely you wouldn't!"
"You'll see."
"If you do I'll never speak to you again! Never, as long as I live; and I'll never rest till I have you in the penitentiary for his murder!" she cried tensely.
"And yet you don't care anything about him. You've just been kind to him out of charity," he mocked.
For some minutes they had seen Seven Mile Ranch lying below them in the faint twilight. They rode the rest of the way in silence, each of them too bitter for speech. When they reached the house, she swung from the saddle and he kept his seat, for both of them considered her supper invitation and his acceptance cancelled.
He bowed ironically and turned to leave.
"Just a moment, Brill," called an excited voice. "I've got a piece of news that will make you sit up."
The speaker was the young mule skinner known as Cuffs. He came running out to the porch and fired his bolt.
"The First National Bank at Noches was held up two hours ago, and the robbers got away with their loot after shooting three or four men!"