But as the nester grew better he perceived that she was withdrawing herself from him. He puzzled over the reason, not knowing that her brother, Phil, was troubling her with flings and accusations thrown out bitterly because his boyish concern for her good name could find no gentler way to express itself. "They're saying you're in love with the fellow--and him headed straight for the pen," he charged. "Who says it, Phil?" she asked quietly, but with flaming cheeks. He smote his fist on the table. "It don't matter who says it. You keep away from him. Let Aunt Becky nurse him. You haven't any call to wait on him, anyhow. If he's got to be nursed by one of the family, I'll do it." He tried to keep his word, and as a result of it the wounded man had to endure his sulky presence occasionally. Keller was man of the world enough to be amused at his attitude, and yet was interested enough in the lad's opinion of him to keep always an even mood of cheerful friendliness. There was a quantity of winsome camaraderie about him that won its way with Phil in spite of himself. Moreover, all the boy in him responded to the nester's gameness, the praises of which he heard on all sides. "I see you have quite made up your mind I'm a skunk," the wounded man told him amiably. "You robbed the bank at Noches and shot up three men that hadn't hurt you any," the boy retorted defiantly. "Not unless Jim Yeager is a liar." "Oh, Jim! No use going into that. He's your friend. I don't know why, but he is." "And you're Brill Healy's. That's why you won't tell that he was carrying your sister's knife the day I saw you and him first." The boy flashed toward the bed startled eyes. Keller was looking at him very steadily. "Who says he had Phyl's knife?" "Hadn't he?" "What difference does that make, anyhow? I hear you're telling that you found the knife beside the dead cow. You ain't got any proof, have you?" challenged young Sanderson angrily. "No proof," admitted the other. "Well, then." Phil chewed on it for a moment before he broke out again: "I reckon you cayn't talk away the facts, Mr. Keller. We caught you in the act--caught you good. By your own story, you're the man we came on. What's the use of you trying to lay it on me and Brill?" "Am I trying to lay it on you?" "Looks like. On Brill, anyhow. There's nothing doing. Folks in this neck of the woods is for him and against you. Might as well _sabe_ that right now," the lad blurted. "I _sabe_ that some of them are," the other laughed, but not with quite his usual debonair gayety. For he did not at all like the way things looked.