Smith slit another trout, gutted it, flung away the viscera but laid back the roe.
"Shame to take them in October," he remarked, "but people must eat."
"Same's me," nodded Clinch; "I don't want to kill no one, but Eve she's gotta be a lady and ride in her own automobile with the proudest."
"Does Eve know about the jewels?"
Clinch's pale eyes, which had been roving over the wooded shores of Star Pond, reverted to Smith.
"I'd cut my own throat before I'd tell her," he said softly.
"She wouldn't stand for it?"
"Hal, when you said to me, `Eve's a lad, by God!' you swallered the hull pie. That's the answer. A lady don't stand for what you and I don't bother about."
"Suppose she learns that you robbed the man who robbed somebody else of these jewels."
Clinch's pale eyes were fixed on him: "Only you and me know," he said in his pleasant voice.
"Quintana knows. His gang knows."
Clinch's smile was terrifying. "I guess she ain't never likely to know nothing, Hal."
"What do you purpose to do, Mike?"
"Still hunt."
"For Quintana?"
"I might mistake him for a deer. Them accidents is likely, too."
"If Quintana catches you it will go hard with you, Mike."
"Sure. I know."
"He'll torture you to make you talk."
"You think I'd talk, Hal?"
Smith looked up into the light-coloured eyes. The pupils were pin points. Then he went on cleaning fish.
"Hal?"
"What?"
"If they get me, -- but no matter; they ain't a-going to get me."
"Were you going to tell me where those jewels are hidden, Mike?" enquired the young man, still busy with his fish. He did not look around when he spoke. Clinch's murderous gaze was fastened on the back of his head.
"Don't go to gettin' too damn nosey, Hal," he said in his always agreeable voice.
Smith soused all the fish in water again: "You'd better tell somebody if you go gunning for Quintana."
"Did I ask your advice?"
"You did not," said the young man, smiling.
"All right. Mind your business."
Smith got up from the water's edge with his pan of trout: "That's what I shall do, Mike," he said, laughing. "So go on with your private war; it's no button off my pants if Quintana gets you."