But beneath her anger she was sorry for the man whose bitterness, she knew, was born of his love for her.

And Phil saw only that Kitty was lost to him--saw in the girl's eastern friends those who, he felt, had robbed him of his dream.
"I suppose," he said, after a moment's painful silence, "that I had better go back to the range where I belong.

I'm out of place here." The girl was touched by the hopelessness in his voice, but she felt that it would be no kindness to offer him the relief of an encouraging word.
Her day with her eastern friends, and the memories that her meeting with Mrs.Manning had aroused, convinced her more than ever that her old love for Phil, and the life of which he was a part, were for her impossible.
When she did not speak, the cowboy said bitterly, "I noticed that your fine friends did not take quite all your time.

You found an opportunity for a quiet little visit with Honorable Patches." Kitty was angry now in earnest.

"You are forgetting yourself, Phil," she answered with cold dignity.