Law shrugged impatiently. "What's the difference? He's there to stay; and he's just as dead under the stars as he'd be under the sand. I'd rather lie facing the sky than the grass roots."
"But--you must have known it would get out, sometime. This puts both of us in a very bad light."
"I know. But I stood on my cards. I'd have preferred to report it, but--I'd keep still again, under the same circumstances. You seem to consider that an insult. If it is, I don't know how to compliment you, ma'am."
Alaire pondered this statement briefly before saying, "You have a strange way of looking at the affair--a strange, careless, unnatural way, it seems to me."
"Perhaps that's the fault of my training. I'm not what you would consider a nice person; the death of Panfilo Sanchez means nothing whatever to me. If you can grasp that fact, you'll see that your own reputation weighed heavier in my mind than the lives of a dozen Mexicans--or whites, for that matter. People know me for what I am, and--that may have had something to do with my decision."
"I go anywhere, everywhere. No one has ever had the effrontery to question my actions," Alaire told him, stiffly.
"And I don't aim to give 'em a chance." Dave was stubborn.
"You heard what José said. What are you going to do?"
Dave made a gesture of indifference. "It doesn't greatly matter. I'll tell him the truth, perhaps."
Such an attitude was incomprehensible to Alaire and brought an impatient frown to her brow. "You don't seem to realize that he will try to revenge himself."
"You might warn him against any such foolishness. José has some sense."
The woman looked up curiously. "Don't you know how to be afraid? Haven't you any fear?" she asked.
Dave's gray eyes were steady as he answered: "Yes'm! I'm afraid this thing is going to spoil our friendship. I've been desperately afraid, all along, that I might have hurt your reputation. Even now I'm afraid, on your account, to make public Panfilo Sanchez's death. Yes'm, I know what it is to be afraid."
"I presume the law would hold you blameless," she said, thoughtfully.
"If there was any doubt about that it would be another matter entirely. A Ranger can get away with a heap more than killing a Mexican. No! It's up to you to say what I shall do."