Into the depths of her scorching self-contempt came his blithe "Good-morning, neighbor."
Her heart leaped, but before she looked around Moya made sure no tales could be read in her face. Her eyes met his with quiet scorn.
"I was wondering if you would dare come." The young woman's voice came cool and aloof as the splash of a mountain rivulet.
"Why shouldn't I come, since I wanted to?"
"You can ask me that--now."
Her manner told him that judgment had been passed, but it did not shake the cheerful good humor of the man.
"I reckon I can."
"Of course you can. I might have known you could. You will probably have the effrontery to deny that you are the man who robbed Captain Kilmeny."
"Did he say I was the man?" There was amusement and a touch of interest in his voice.
"He didn't deny it. I knew it must be you. I told him everything--how you found out from me that he was going to Gunnison with the money and hurried away to rob him of it. Because you are his cousin he wouldn't accuse you. But I did. I do now. You stole the money a second time." Her words were low, but in them was an extraordinary vehemence, the tenseness of repressed feeling.
"So he wouldn't accuse me, nor yet wouldn't deny that I was the man. Well, I'll not deny it either, since you're so sure."
"You are wise, sir. You can't delude me a second time. Your denial would count for nothing. And now I think there is nothing more to be said."
She had risen and was about to turn away. A gesture of his hand stopped her.
"If you were so sure about me why didn't you have the officers here to arrest me?"
"Because--because you are a relative of my friends."
"That was the only reason, was it?"
"What other reason could there be?" she asked, a flash of warning in her eyes.
"There might be this reason--that at the bottom of your heart you know I didn't do it."
"Can you tell me you didn't hold up Captain Kilmeny? Dare you tell me that?"
He shrugged his broad shoulders. "No, I held him up."
"And robbed him."
"If you like to put it that way. I had to do it."
"Had to rob your friend, the man who had offered to stand by you. Oh, I don't want to hear any of your excuses."
"Yes, you do," he told her quietly. "What's more, you are going to hear them--and right now. You're entitled to an explanation, and it's my right to make you listen."