Again she rested head on hand, this time regarding the man thoughtfully,
and any man is pleased when thus regarded by a pretty woman.
She was in little haste to begin. If dalliance were to his liking, it
was to hers. To him it was very comfortable, soothing his lungs with
nicotine and gazing upon her. It was snug and warm here, while down by
the water-hole began a trail which he would soon be hitting through the
chilly hours. He felt he ought to be angry with Freda for the scene she
had created, but somehow he didn't feel a bit wrathful. Like as not
there wouldn't have been any scene if it hadn't been for that McFee
woman. If he were the Governor, he would put a poll tax of a hundred
ounces a quarter upon her and her kind and all gospel sharks and sky
pilots. And certainly Freda had behaved very ladylike, held her own with
Mrs. Eppingwell besides. Never gave the girl credit for the grit. He
looked lingeringly over her, coming back now and again to the eyes,
behind the deep earnestness of which he could not guess lay concealed a
deeper sneer. And, Jove, wasn't she well put up! Wonder why she looked
at him so? Did she want to marry him, too? Like as not; but she wasn't
the only one.
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