She looked at him intently.
"You travel a good deal on your figure, pardner, don't you ?" she said, with a certain admiration that was quite sexless in its quality; "but I don't see how you pick up a living by it in the Carquinez Woods.

So you're going, are you?
You might be more sociable.

Good-by." "Good-by!" He leaped from the opening.
"I say, pardner!" He turned a little impatiently.

She had knelt down at the entrance, so as to be nearer his level, and was holding out her hand.

But he did not notice it, and she quietly withdrew it.
"If anybody dropped in and asked for you, what name will they say ?" He smiled.