But now tell me how this thing happened.

I want to know the story before we get in." For a moment Hampton remained silent, his thoughtful gaze on the near-by videttes, his hands leaning heavily upon the saddle pommel.
Perhaps he did not remember clearly; possibly he could not instantly decide just how much of that story to tell.

Brant suspected this last to be his difficulty, and he spoke impulsively.
"Hampton, there has been trouble and misunderstanding between us, but that's all past and gone now.

I sincerely believe in your purpose of right, and I ask you to trust me.

Either of us would give his life if need were, to be of real service to a little girl back yonder in the hills.