ion of arms, his gray
eyes marking every movement about him with a suspicion born of
continual exposure to peril, his features finely chiselled, with
threads of gray hair beginning to show conspicuously about the temples.
One would glance twice at him anywhere, for in chin, mouth, and eyes
were plainly pictured the signs of strength, evidences that he had
fought stern battles, and was no craven. For good or evil he might be
trusted to act instantly, and, if need arose, to the very death. His
attire of fashionably cut black cloth, and his immaculate linen, while
neat and unobtrusive, yet appeared extremely unusual in that careless
land of clay-baked overalls and dingy woollens. Beside him, in vivid
contrast, the girl trudged in her heavy shoes and bedraggled skirts,
her sullen eyes fastened doggedly on the road, her hair showing ragged
and disreputable in the brilliant sunshine. Hampton himself could not
remain altogether indifferent to the contrast.

"You look a little rough, Kid, for a society call," he said. "If there
was any shebang in this mud-hole of a town that kept any women's things
on sale fit to look at, I 'd be tempted to fix you up a bit."

"Well, I'm glad of it," she responded, grimly. "I hope I look so blame
tough that woman won't say a civil word to us. You can bet I ain't
going to strain myself to please the likes of her."

"You certainly exhibit no symptoms of doing so," he admitted, frankly.
"But you might, at least, have washed your face and fixed your hair."

She flashed one angry glance at him, stopping in the middle of the
road, her head flung back as though ready for battle. Then, as if by
some swift magic of emotion, her expression changed. "And so you're
ashamed of me, are you?" she asked, her voice sharp but unsteady.
"Ashamed to be seen walking with me? Darn it! I know you are! But I
tell you, Mr. Bob Hampton, you won't be the next time. And what's
more, you just don't need to traipse along another step with me now. I
don't want you. I reckon I ain't very much afraid of tackling this
Presbyterian woman all alone."

She swung off fiercely, and the man chuckled softly as he followed,
watchfully, through the circling, red dust cloud created by her hasty
feet. The truth is, Mr. Hampton possessed troubles and scruples of his
own in connection with this contemplated call. He had never met the
lady; indeed, he could recall very few of her sex, combining
respectability and refine