But you must be--seein' you're a Jorth.
"Liar! Not to y'u, Jean Isbel," she retorted.

"I'd not lie to y'u to save my life." He studied her with keen, sober, moody intent.

The dark fire of his eyes thrilled her.
"If that's true, I'm glad," he said.
"Shore it's true.

I've no idea why y'u came heah." Ellen did have a dawning idea that she could not force into oblivion.
But if she ever admitted it to her consciousness, she must fail in the contempt and scorn and fearlessness she chose to throw in this man's face.
"Does old Sprague live here ?" asked Isbel.
"Yes.

I expect him back soon....