Still, Courthorne did not move.
"What made you ask me that ?" he said.
Winston watched him closely, but his voice betrayed no special interest as he said, "I fancied I saw a mark across your cheek.

It seemed to me that it had been made by a whip." The deeper tint was more visible on Courthorne's forehead, where the swollen veins showed a trifle, and he appeared to swallow something before he spoke.

"Aren't you asking too many questions?
What has a mark on my face to do with you ?" "Nothing," said Winston quietly.

"Will you go through the conditions again ?" Courthorne nodded.

"I pay you one hundred dollars--now," he said.
"You ride south to-morrow along the Montana trail and take the risk of the troopers overtaking you.