As the owner of the Twin Star had said, so it was. Thereafter Phyllis sat at the table with him and his sister, while Josephine, the Mexican woman, waited upon them. The girl came and went at his bidding. But she held herself with such a quiet aloofness that his victory was a barren one.
"Do you want to go home?" he taunted her one morning, while at breakfast.
"Is it likely I would want to stay here?" she retorted.
"Why not? What have you to complain of? Aren't you treated well?"
"Yes."
"What, then? Are you afraid?"
"No!" she answered, with a flash of her fine eyes.
"That's good, because you've got to stay here—or go to the pen. You may take your choice."
"You're very generous. I suppose you don't expect to keep me here always," she said scornfully.
"Until my arm gets well. Since you wounded it you ought to nurse it."