The Sutherland passengers had been accommodated.

She entered, put her bundle down, faced the clerk behind the desk.
"Why, howdy, Miss Lenox," said he genially, beginning to twist his narrow, carefully attended blond mustache.

"Any of the folks with you ?" She remembered his face but not his name.

She remembered him as one of the "river characters" regarded as outcast by the Christian respectability of Sutherland.

But she who could not but be polite to everybody smiled pleasantly, though she did not like his expression as he looked at her.