"I'm afraid you are very prejudiced," she sighed. "But go on; tell me
just what you have against Harry. I'm sure it can all be explained away,
only I must hear what it is."

Rowdy regarded her, puzzled. How he was to comply he did not know. It
would be simply brutal to tell her. He would feel like a hangman. And
she believed so in Harry, she wouldn't listen; even if she did, he
thought bitterly, she would hate him for destroying her faith. A woman's
justice--ah, me!

"Don't you see you're putting me in a mighty hard position, girlie?" he
protested. "You're a heap better off not to know. He's your brother. I
wish you'd take my word that I'll drop the whole thing right where it
is. Harry's had all the best of it, so far; let it stand that way."

Her eyes met his coldly. "Are you afraid to let me judge between you?
What did he do? Daren't you tell?"

Rowdy's lids drooped ominously. "If you call that a dare," he said
grimly, "I'll tell you, fast enough. I was a friend to him when he
needed one mighty bad. I helped him when he was dead broke and out uh
work. I kept him going all winter--and to show his gratitude, he gave
me the doublecross, in more ways than one. I won't go into details." He
decided that he simply could not tell her bluntly that Harry had worked
off stolen horses on him, and worse.

"Oh--you won't go into details!" Scorn filled eyes and voice. "Are
they so trivial, then? You tell me what you did for Harry--playing Good
Samaritan. Harry, let me tell you, has property of his own; I can't see
why he should ever be in need of charity. You're like all the rest; you
hint things against him--but I believe it's just jealousy. You can't
come out honestly and tell me a single instance where he has harmed you,
or done anything worse than other high-spirited young men."

"It wouldn't do any good to tell you," he retorted. "You think he's just
lacking wings to be an angel. I hope to God you'll always be able to
think so! I'm sure I don't want to jar your faith."

"I must say your actions don't bear out your words. You've just been
trying to turn me against him."

"I haven't. I've been trying to convince you that I want you, anyway,
and Harry needn't come between us."

"In other words, you're willing to overlook my being Harry's sister. I
appreciate your generosity, I'm sure." She did not look, however, as if
she meant that.

"I didn't mean that."

"Then you won't overlook it? How very unfortunate! Because