Her Prairie Knight
Keith seemed to be making a cigarette. A match flared and lighted his face for an instant, then was pinched out, and he was again only a black shape in the half-darkness.
"Well, I'm waiting for what you've got to say, Sir Redmond." His voice cut sharply through the silence. If he had known Beatrice was out there in the wagon he would have spoken lower, perhaps.
"I fancy I said all that is necessary just now," Sir Redmond answered calmly. "You know what I think. From now on I shall act."
"And what are you going to do, then?" Keith's voice was clear and unperturbed, as though he asked for the sake of being polite.
"That," retorted Sir Redmond, "is my own affair. However, since the matter concerns you rather closely, I will say that when I have the evidence I am confident I shall find, I shall seek the proper channels for retribution. There are laws in this country, aimed to protect a man's property, I take it I warn you that I shall not spare—the guilty."
"Dick, it's up to you next. I want to know where you stand."
"At your back, Keith, right up to the finish. I know you; you fight fair."
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