"He's a great lad for imaginin' things. I never want to see any one hold up his end better."
"You mean that he didn't say he wanted to leave Dinsmore?"
With her gaze searching him so steadily, it had to be an out-and-out lie to serve. Jack lied competently. "Not a word."
Her little finger tapped the hole in the pane gently while she reflected. "He told me--"
"That boy's still worryin' about losin' that money for Mr. Wadley, don't you reckon? He's got it tucked in his mind that a game man never would have been robbed. So he's decided he must be yellow. Nothin' to it a-tall. No quitter ever would have stood off those Kiowas like he did."
"That's what I think." She turned to the Ranger again, nodding agreement. "You've relieved my mind. I shouldn't like to think that--"
She let her sentence trail out to nothing. Jack Roberts guessed its conclusion. She wouldn't like to think that the man she loved was not game.