"It is scarcely likely I should have forgotten that," he said.
Then he glanced at Miss Deringham, and was slightly bewildered by what he saw in her face.

Seaforth had once or twice admired the girl's serenity in somewhat difficult surroundings, but there was now a suggestion of fear in her eyes, and she seemed to avoid Alton's gaze.
It, however, passed in a moment, and she turned towards the rancher tranquilly.
"I wonder how far I am to blame," she said.

"A man came here a day or two ago, and apparently endeavoured to tell me something.

He was, however, unintelligible, and I fancy somebody had been giving him whisky." "Mounted ?" said Alton.

"What kind of horse ?" Miss Deringham considered for a moment, and then possibly deciding that Alton would have no difficulty in ascertaining elsewhere, told him.
"Tom!" he said grimly.