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Her shining eyes were more eloquent than a thousand tongues. "I

don't say it would, but there was always the chance. You didn't

take it. You would have let them hang you, without speaking the

word that brought me into it. Why?"

"I'm awful obstinate when I get my back up," he smiled.

"That wasn't it. You did it to save a girl you had never seen but

once. I want to know why."

"All right. Have it your own way. But don't ask me to explain the

whyfors. I'm no Harvard professor."

"I know," she said softly. She was not looking at him, but out of

the window, and there were tears in her voice.

"Sho! Don't make too much of it. We'll let it go that I ain't all

coyote, after all. But that don't entitle me to any reward of

merit. Now, don't you cry, Miss Arlie. Don't you."