"I'm afraid I don't. Let's have the indictment." "If everybody in Papago County had told me I wouldn't have believed it," she cried. "I had to see it with my own eyes before I could have been convinced." "Yes, well what is it you saw with your eyes?" "You needn't keep it up. I tell you I saw it all from the time you fired the shot." He laughed easily, but without mirth. "Kept tab on me, did you?" She wheeled from him, gave a catch of her breath, and caught at the rock wall to save herself from falling. He spoke sharply. "You hurt yourself in the trough." "I sprained my ankle a little, but it doesn't matter." He understood now why she had made so slow a descent and he suspected that the wrench was more than she admitted. The moon had come out from under a cloud and showed him a pale, tear-stained face, with a row of even, little teeth set firm against the lower lip. She was in pain and her pride was keeping it from him. "Let me look at your ankle." "No." "I say yes. You've hurt it seriously." "That is my business, I think," she told him with cold finality. "I'm going to make it mine. Think I don't know you, proud as Lucifer when you get set. You'll lame yourself for life if you're not careful." "I don't care to discuss it." "Fiddlesticks! If you've got anything against me we'll hear what it is afterward. Right now we'll give first aid to the injured. Sit down here." She had not meant to give way, but she did. Perhaps it was because of the faintness that stole over her, or because the pain was sharper than she could well endure. She found herself seated on the rock shelf, letting him cut the lace out of her shoe and slip it off. Ever so gently he worked, but he could tell by the catches of her breath that it was not pleasant to endure. From his neck he untied the silk kerchief and wrapped it tightly around the ankle. "That will have to do till I get you home." "I'll not trouble you, sir. If you'll stop and tell my father that is all I'll ask." "Different here," he retorted cheerfully. "Just so as to avoid any argument, I'll announce right now that Jack Flatray is going to see you home. It's his say-so." She rose. None knew better than she that he was a dominating man when he chose to be. She herself carried in her slim body a spirit capable of passion and of obstinacy, but to-night she had not the will to force the fighting. Setting her teeth, she took a step or two forward, her hand against the rock wall to help bear the weight. With narrowed eyes, he watched her closely, noting the catches of pain that shot through her breathing. Half way up the boulder bed he interposed brusquely. "This is plumb foolishness, girl. You've got no business putting your weight on that foot, and you're not going to do it." He slipped his arm around her waist in such a way as to support her all he could. With a quick turn of the body she tried to escape.