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 The girl was dressed in divided skirts of faded black calico, and her shirt-waist parted company with her skirt-band untidily. Her gaudy, flowered hat was awry and Nan gave her only a passing glance. Her eyes remained upon the man who rode by her side.

He sat his horse with the cowboy's careless grace, half slouching over the horn of his Gallup saddle, his broad shoulders swaying with the motion of the horse, while the confidence of physical strength showed in every line and movement.

He had a square jaw, a straight mouth, and level blue eyes framed in the blackest of lashes. He had pushed his wide-brimmed hat carelessly to the back of his head, and a forehead as white as a woman's showed in curious contrast above his tanned face.

A certain keenness of expression, of comprehension, of the habit of concentration which a trained mind gives, was lacking, but his face denoted frankness and honesty to a marked degree.

His flannel shirt, the silk handkerchief knotted loosely about his neck, the fringed leather chaps showing service, the high,