It was surely worth while to be a
convalescent, given so sweet a comrade for a nurse; and after he
had moved over to the table he enjoyed immensely the gay firmness
with which she denied him what was not good for him.
"I'll bet y'u didn't have supper like this at Robbers' Roost." he
told her, enthusiastically.
"It wasn't so bad, considering everything." She was looking
directly at him as she spoke. "Your cousin is rather a remarkable
man in some ways. He manages to live on the best that can be got
in tin-can land."
"Did he tell y'u he was my cousin?" he asked, slowly.
"Yes, and that his name was Ned Bannister, too?"
"Did that explain anything to y'u?"
"It explained a great deal, but it left some things not clear
yet."
"For instance?"
"For one thing, the reason why you should bear the odium of his
crimes. I suppose you don't care for him, though I can see how
you might in a way."
"I don't care for him in the least, though I used to when we were
boys. As to letting myself be blamed for his crimes. I did it
because I couldn't help myself. We look more or less alike, and
he was cunning enough to manufacture evidence against me. We were
never seen together, and so very few know that there are two
Bannisters.
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