She said this so naturally and quietly that Poindexter was deceived.
Did Poindexter know it, or had he only entrapped her into the admission?
For the moment she hated Poindexter for sharing that secret.
She tried to recall Poindexter's words, even her own enthusiasm, but in vain.
Poindexter had told her it was four miles to the shanty; she might walk there.