"I can't stay here--I won't.

I can't stand being in the same house with--with that!" She pointed to the kitchen.
"All right," Owen said resignedly; "we'll both go.

What did you do with the money ?" Mary disclosed the hiding place, and Owen took the money, carried it to the bunkhouse, where he stuffed it into the bottom of a tin food box.
Then, hurriedly, he saddled and bridled two horses and led them to where Mary was waiting on the porch.
Mounting, they rode fast toward Okar--the little man's face working nervously, a great eagerness in his heart to help the man for whom he had conceived a deep affection.
Banker Maison had made no mistake when he had told Sanderson that Judge Graney was honest.

Graney looked honest.

There was about him an atmosphere of straightforwardness that was unmistakable and convincing.
It was because he was honest that a certain governor had sent him to Okar.
And Graney had vindicated the governor's faith in him.