"In saving him from being lynched by you?"
"Before that you made a fuss about him and had to tie up his wounds. I had a cut on my cheek, but I notice you didn't tie it up!"
"I'm surprised at you, Brill. I didn't think you were so small; and just because I didn't let a wounded man suffer."
"You can put it that way if you want to," he laughed unpleasantly.
Her passion flared again. "You and your insinuations! Who made you the judge over my actions? You talk as if you were my father. If you've got to reform somebody, let it be yourself."
"I'm the man that is going to be your husband," he said evenly. "That gives me a right."
"Never! Don't think it," she flung back. "I'd not marry you if you were the last man on earth."
"You'll see. I'll not let a scoundrel like Keller come between us. No, nor Yeager, either. Nor Buck Weaver himself. I notice he was right attentive before he went home."
Resentment burned angrily on her cheek. "Anybody else?" she asked quietly.
"That's all for just now. You're a natural-born flirt, Phyllis. That's what's the matter with you."
"Thank you, Mr. Healy. You're the only one of my friends that has been so honest with me," she assured him sweetly.
"I'm the only one of them that is going to marry you. Don't think I'll let Keller butt in. Not on your life."
Her rage broke bounds. "I never in my life heard of anything so insolent. Never! You'll not let me do this or that. Who are you, Brill Healy?"
"I've told you. I'm the man that means to marry you," he persisted doggedly.
"You never will. I'm not thinking of marrying, but when I do I'll not ask for your indorsement. Be sure of that."
"I'll not stand it! He'd better look out!"
"Who do you mean?"
"Keller, that's who I mean. This thing is hanging over his head yet. He's got to come through with proofs he ain't a rustler, or he's got to pull his freight out of the Malpais country."
"And if he won't?"
"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.