"Evidently not. So you sacrifice me for him."
"You think I wasn't justified?"
"You'll have to settle that with your conscience," he said coldly. "Don't think I would have been justified in your place."
"You would have let him go to prison--the man who had fought for you against odds?"
"Does that alter the fact that he is a thief?" Verinder demanded angrily.
"It alters my relation to the fact--and it ought to alter yours. He did a great service to the woman you are engaged to marry. Does that mean nothing to you?"
"The fellow was playing off his own bat, wasn't he? I don't see I owe him anything," the mine owner sulkily answered. "Truth is, I'm about fed up with him. He's a bad lot. That's the long and short of him. I don't deny he's a well-plucked daredevil. What of it? This town is full of them. There was no question of his going to prison. I intended only to get back some of the ore he and his friends have stolen from me."
"I didn't know that."
"Would it have made any difference if you had?"
She considered. "I'm not sure."
Captain Kilmeny and India emerged from the hotel and bore down upon them.
"All ready, Moya," cried India.
"Ready here." Moya knew that it must be plain to both Captain Kilmeny and his sister that they had interrupted a disagreement of some sort. Characteristically, she took the bull by the horns. "Mr. Verinder and I are through quarreling. At least I'm through. Are you?" she asked the mine owner with a laugh.
"Didn't know I'd been quarreling, Miss Dwight," Verinder replied stiffly.
"You haven't. I've been doing it all." She turned lightly to her betrothed. "They didn't send up the pinto, Ned. Hope he hasn't really gone lame."
Verinder had been put out of the picture. He turned and walked into the lobby of the hotel, suddenly resolved to make a complaint to Lady Farquhar about the way Moya Dwight had interfered with his plans. He would show that young lady whether she could treat him so outrageously without getting the wigging she deserved.
Lady Farquhar listened with a contempt she was careful to veil. It was not according to the code that a man should run with the tale of his injuries to a young woman's chaperon. Yet she sympathized with him even while she defended Moya. No doubt if Captain Kilmeny had been at hand his fiancée would have taken the matter to him for decision. In his absence she had probably felt that it was incumbent on her to save his cousin from trouble.