I came up with her before long, and as I passed her she turned her head and I saw she was one of two girls that we had seen in the landlady's parlour one afternoon.

The landlady was a good, decent Scotch woman, and had taken a fancy to both of us (particularly to Jim--as usual).

She thought--she was that simple--that we were up-country squatters from some far-back place, or overseers.

Something in the sheep or cattle line everybody could see that we were.

There was no hiding that.