"And after you were taken back to Gunnison--Did you break prison?"
"I proved an alibi--one the sheriff couldn't get away from. We had gilt-edged proof we weren't near the scene of the robbery. The president of the bank had been talking to us about ten minutes when the treasurer of the association drove up at a gallop to say he had just been robbed."
"So they freed you."
"I made a proposition to the district attorney and the directors of the association--that if I got the money back all prosecutions would be dropped. They agreed. I came back for the money and found it gone."
"If you had only told me that then."
"I had no time. My first thought was to tell my cousin the truth, but I was afraid to take a chance on him. The only way to save Curly was to take back the money myself. I couldn't be sure that Captain Kilmeny would believe my story. So I played it safe and helped myself."
"You must think a lot of your friend to go so far for him."
"His mother turned him over to me to make a man of him, and if she hadn't I owed it to his father's son."
Her eyes poured upon him their warm approving light. "Yes, you would have to help him, no matter what it cost."
He protested against heroics with a face crinkled to humor. "It wasn't costing me a cent."
"It might have cost you a great deal. Suppose that Captain Kilmeny had picked up his gun. You couldn't have shot him."
"I'd have told him who I was and why I must have the money. No, Miss Dwight, I don't fit the specifications of a hero."
Moya's lips curved to the sweet little derisive twist that was a smile in embryo. "I know about you, sir."
Kilmeny took his eyes from her to let them rest upon a man and a woman walking the river trail below. The man bowed and the Westerner answered the greeting by lifting his hat. When he looked back at his companion he was smiling impishly. For the two by the river bank were Lord and Lady Farquhar.
"Caught! You naughty little baggage! I wonder whether you'll be smacked this time."
Her eyes met his in a quick surprise that was on the verge of hauteur.
"Sir."
"Yes, I think you'll be smacked. You know you've been told time and again not to take up with strange boys--and Americans, at that. Mith Lupton warned you on the Victorian--and Lady Farquhar has warned you aplenty."
Her lips parted to speak, but no sound came from them. She was on the verge of a discovery, and he knew it.