"You don't seem to realize that he
will try to revenge himself."
"You might warn him against any such foolishness. Jose has some
sense."
The woman looked up curiously. "Don't you know how to be afraid?
Haven't you any fear?" she asked.
Dave's gray eyes were steady as he answered: "Yes'm! I'm afraid
this thing is going to spoil our friendship. I've been desperately
afraid, all along, that I might have hurt your reputation. Even
now I'm afraid, on your account, to make public Panfilo Sanchez's
death. Yes'm, I know what it is to be afraid."
"I presume the law would hold you blameless," she said,
thoughtfully.
"If there was any doubt about that it would be another matter
entirely. A Ranger can get away with a heap more than killing a
Mexican. No! It's up to you to say what I shall do."
"Let me think it over. Jose mustn't know to-day, that's certain."
"I'm in your hands."
They returned to the automobile in silence, but as they took their
seats Dave said:
"You're tired, ma'am. Won't you let me drive?"
"Can you?"
When he smiled his answer, Alaire was only too glad to give up the
wheel, for her nerves were indeed unsteady and she was grateful
for an opportunity to think out the best course to pursue in this
unexpected difficulty.
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