Macdonald's jaw clamped. "Then let him get out. That's my last word to him."
CHAPTER XVI
AMBUSHED
Colby Macdonald, in miner's boots and corduroy working suit, stood beside his horse with one arm thrown carelessly across its rump. He was about to start for Seven-Mile Creek Camp with twenty-seven hundred dollars in the saddlebags to pay the men there.
Diane was talking with him. "She's young and fine and spirited. Of course it was a great shock to her. She had been idealizing you. But I think she is beginning to understand things better. At any rate, she does not hate you any more. Give the girl time."
"You think she will—be reasonable?"
Mrs. Paget finished the pattern she was punching in the soft ground beside the board walk with the ferrule of her umbrella. Her eyes met his frankly.
"I don't know. But I'm sure of one thing. She'll not be reasonable, as you call it, unless you are reasonable."