Barbara was silent. The steady courage that had sustained her until this instant threatened to fail her in the presence of this big, sympathetic man who seemed, to her, to embody that romance for which she had always longed. She looked at him, her lips trembling with emotion. Until now she had had no confidant--no one she could be sure of. And so, with Haydon standing close to her, though not too close--for he had never been able to achieve that intimacy for which he had yearned--she told him what had happened, including details of her father's death, as related to her by Harlan; finishing by describing the incident with Deveny in Lamo (at which Haydon muttered a threat) and the subsequent coming of Harlan to the Rancho Seco, together with the story of his assumption of authority. When she concluded Haydon laid a sympathetic hand on her shoulder. "It's too bad, Barbara. And on top of it all, Lawson had to play the beast, too, eh? Why didn't you send someone to me?" "There was no one to send." Her voice threatened to break, despite the brave gleam that flashed through the moisture in her eyes. "Lawson had sent the men away; and when they came in Harlan took charge of them. And--besides," she admitted, dropping her gaze, "I--I thought you ought to--I thought you would----" He shook her, reprovingly, laughing deeply as he led her through the gateway into the _patio_, where they sat on a bench for a long time, talking, while the aspect of the _patio_ began to change, becoming again a place of cheerfulness flooded with the soft, radiant light of returning happiness--reflected in her eyes; while the sunlight streaming down into the enclosure took on a brightness that made the girl's eyes glisten; while the drab and empty days since her father's death began to slip back into the limbo of memory--the sting and the sorrow of them removed. So does the heart of youth respond to the nearness of romance. They had been talking for half an hour when Barbara remembered that Haydon had not expressed a desire to meet Harlan. Haydon's face lost a little of its color as he replied to her suggestion that they find the man. But he laughed, rather mirthlessly, she thought. "I intend to see him, Barbara--but alone. There are several things of importance that I want to say to him--chiefly concerning his conduct toward you." He got up. Barbara rose also, and walked with him, outside the gate, where he got on his horse, smiling down at her.