“I know,” she said simply. “Art Philips dropped in to Yerbys’ and stayed for dinner. He told us you escaped four days ago.”
“Did he tell you I killed a guard?”
“No. He said you wounded one.”
“First I knew he wasn’t dead. Wish I’d been more thorough. If ever a man needed killing, he did.”
“They abused you a good deal, didn’t they?” she ventured.
He ripped out a sudden furious oath. “If ever I get a chance at two or three of them——”
“Better not think of that now. The question is how you are going to get away.”
“What’s that to you?” he demanded, his suspicions all alert.
“I thought if you’d come down to the Circle Diamond you could get a horse. That would give you a much better chance.”
“And how do I know you wouldn’t ’phone to Matson?” he sneered.