After all, he did not guarantee what would happen to the tenderfoot after they were clear of the town.

But perhaps this was a distinction a little too fine for the downright mind of the girl.

A sea of troubles besieged the mind of Nash.
And to let that sea subside he wandered back to the eating room and found the tenderfoot finishing his coffee.

The latter kept an eye of frank suspicion upon him.

So the silence held for a brooding moment, until Bard asked: "D'you know the way to the ranch of William Drew ?" It was a puzzler to Nash.