spy. Men are expected to take chances like I did, but girls ain't. You
took 'em. If I lived a thousand years, I couldn't tell you all the
thanks I feel."

"Ah! It makes it worse that you're that kind of a man. But I'm going
to show you whether I trust you." Her eyes were filled with the glad
light of her resolve. She spoke with a sort of proud humility. "Do you
know, there was a time when I thought you might have-- I didn't really
believe it, but I thought it just possible-- that you might have come
here to get evidence against the Squaw Creek raiders? You'll despise
me, but it's the truth."

His face lost color. "And now?" he asked quietly.

"Now? I would as soon suspect my father-- or myself! I'll show you
what I think. The men in it were Jed Briscoe and Yorky and Dick France
"Stop," he cried hoarsely.

"Is it your wound?" she said quickly.

"No. That's all right. But you musn't tell----"

"I'm telling, to show whether I trust you. Jed and Yorky and Dick and
Slim----"

She stopped to listen. Her father's voice was calling her. She rose
from her seat.

"Wait a moment. There's something I've got to tell you," the Texan
groaned.