The tall figure of a man came from beyond the line of wagons--a man clad in well-fitting tweeds cut for riding.

His gloves seemed neat, his boots equally neat, his general appearance immaculate as that of the young lady whom he approached.

I imagine it was the same swift male jealousy which affected both Belknap and myself as we saw Gordon Orme! "Yes, there is your friend, the Englishman," said Belknap rather bitterly.
"I meet him everywhere," I answered.

"The thing is simply uncanny.

What is he doing out here ?" "We are taking him out to Laramie with us.