"First, you been adopted, then you been raised on a great big place with everything you want, mostly, and now you're out--playing at Pedro's. How come, Terry?"
"I was sent away," said Terry faintly, as all the pain of that farewell came flooding back over him.
"Why?"
"I shot a man."
"Ah!" said Kate. "You shot a man?" It seemed to silence her. "Why, Terry?"
"He had killed my father," he explained, more softly than ever.
"I know. It was Minter. And they turned you out for that?"
There was a trembling intake of her breath. He could catch the sparkle of her eyes, and knew that she had flown into one of her sudden, fiery passions. And it warmed his heart to hear her.
"I'd like to know what kind of people they are, anyway! I'd like to meet up with that Elizabeth Cornish, the--"
"She's t
