DEATH AT A DOOR Lawler smiled.

"Then I reckon we're both surprised, ma'am," he said.

"I certainly wasn't expecting the norther to bring you.

You had a mighty narrow squeeze.

You were pretty near all in when I opened the door and saw you." The girl drew a long, quavering breath and leaned back against the wall of the bunk, closing her eyes.
Her hair had fallen about her shoulders, showing the white throat through the damp, glistening folds; and when she again opened her eyes, they were big and luminous--and brown, Lawler took note of that, for the glare from the lamp was directly upon them.
Renewed life--animation--certainly beautified her.