“Is that all you can say for yourself?”
He seemed to hang in doubt an instant, then shook his head and refused the opening.
“I expect if we changed the subject I could say a good deal for y’u,” he drawled. “I never saw anything pluckier than the way y’u flew down from the mesa and conducted the cutting-out expedition. Y’u sure drilled through your punchers like a streak of lightning.”
“I didn’t know who you were,” she explained, proudly.
“Would it have made any difference if y’u had?”
Again the angry flush touched her cheeks. “Not a bit. I would have saved you in order to have you properly hanged later,” she cut back promptly.
He shook his head gayly. “I’m ce’tainly going to disappoint y’u some. Your enterprising punchers may collect me yet, but not alive, I reckon.”
“I’ll give them strict orders to bring you in alive.”
“Did you ever want the moon when y’u was a little kid?” he asked.
“We’ll see, Mr. Outlaw Bannister.”