Sheriff Collins' perception of his neighbor across the aisle was
more frank in its interest than the girl's had been of him. The
level, fearless gaze of the outdoors West looked at her
unabashed, appreciating swiftly her points as they impinged
themselves upon his admiration. The long, lithe lines of the
slim, supple body, the languid grace missing hauteur only because
that seemed scarce worth while, the unconscious pride of self
that fails to be offensive only in a young woman so well equipped
with good looks as this one indubitably was the rider of the
plains had appraised them all before his eyes dismissed her from
his consideration and began a casual inspection of the other
passengers.
Inside of half an hour he had made himself persona grata to
everybody in the car except his dark-eyed neighbor across the
way. That this dispenser of smiles and cigars decided to leave
her out in the distribution of his attentions perhaps spoke well
for his discernment. Certainly responsiveness to the geniality of
casual fellow passengers did not impress Mr. Collins as likely to
be an outstanding, quality in her.
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