Lance only regarded her amusedly.

Presently she again spoke abruptly: "What made you eat that grass, just now ?" "Grass!" echoed Lance.
"Yes, there," pointing to the yerba buena.
Lance laughed.

"I was hungry.

Look!" he said, gayly tossing some silver into the air.

"Do you think you could get me some breakfast for that, and have enough left to buy something for yourself ?" The girl eyed the money and the man with half-bashful curiosity.
"I reckon Dad might give ye suthing if he had a mind ter, though ez a rule he's down on tramps ever since they run off his chickens.