She gave him a quick glance and colored. "Yes, I made it and got the
East-bound express. The engineer was kind. I expect you told him he must
help?"

"When I put you on board the locomotive I knew Roberts would see you
out. He's a sober fellow and has two girls as old as you."

"You don't know how old I am," she said with an effort for carelessness.

"Anyhow, it's plain you are young enough to be rash," Lister rejoined.

She put down her cup and her glance was soft. He saw she was not acting.

"I don't think I really was rash--not _then_. It's something to know
when you can trust people, and I did know."

Lister was embarrassed, but her gentleness had charm. He did not want
her to resume her other manner. Then he was tempted to make an
experiment.

"You know Shillito got away?"

Her lips trembled and the blood came to her skin, but she fronted him
bravely and he felt ashamed.

"Yes," she said. "I think I would sooner he had been caught! But why did
you begin to talk about Shillito?"

"Perhaps I oughtn't; I'm sorry."