"You'll be careful to-night, won't you?"
"Very. Mr. Verinder will have to wait for his coup, thanks to you."
"You mean...?" The question hung fire on her lips.
"Go on, neighbor."
"No. It was something I had no business to ask." The cheeks beneath the dusky eyes held each a patch of color burning through the tan.
"Then I'll say it for you. You were going to ask if they would really have caught me with the goods. Wasn't that it?"
She nodded, looking straight at him with the poise of lithe, slim youth he knew so well. Her very breathing seemed for the moment suspended while she waited, tremulous lips apart, for his answer.
"Yes."
"You mean that ... you are a highgrader?"
"Yes."
"I ... was afraid so."
His eyes would not release her. "You made excuses for Miss Seldon. Can you find any for me?"
"You are a man. You are strong. It is different with you."
"My sin is beyond the pale, I suppose?"
"How do I know? I'm only a girl. I've never seen anything of real life. Can I judge you?"
"But you do."
The troubled virginal sweetness of the girl went to his soul. She was his friend, and her heart ached because of his wrongdoing.
"I can't make myself think wrong is right."
"You think the profits from these mines should all go to Verinder and his friends, that none should belong to the men who do the work?"
"I don't know.... That doesn't seem fair.... But I'm not wise enough to know how to make that right. The law is the law. I can't go back of that."
"Can't you? I can. Who makes the laws?" He asked it almost harshly.
"The people, I suppose."
"Nothing of the kind. The operators control the legislatures and put through whatever bills they please. I went to the legislative assembly once and we forced through an eight hour law for underground workers. The state Supreme Court, puppets of capital, declared the statute unconstitutional. The whole machinery of government is owned by our masters. What can we do?"
"I don't know."
"Neither do I--except what I am doing. It is against the law, all right, but I try to see that the workmen get some of the profits they earn."
"Would the operators--what would they do if they proved you guilty of highgrading?"
"It is hard to prove. Ore can't easily be identified."
"But if they did?" she persisted.
"I'd go over the road quick as their courts could send me." A sardonic flicker of amusement moved him to add: "Would you obey the Scriptural injunction and visit me in prison, Miss Dwight?"