However, he gave no thought to its bearing on his presence at the Lazy Y beyond skeptically assuring himself that it was a mere coincidence.

In any event, what did it matter?
He was here; that was the main thing.
His thoughts had become momentarily introspective, and when his mental faculties returned to a realization of the present he saw that the girl was regarding him with an intense and wondering gaze.

She had been studying him and when she saw him looking at her she turned her head.
He experienced an unaccountable elation, though he kept his voice dryly sarcastic.
"I reckon the ol' fool asked for me ?" "Yes." This time Calumet could not conceal his surprise; it was revealed in the skeptical, sneering, boring glance that he threw at the girl's face, now inscrutable.

Her manner angered him.
"I reckon you're a liar," he said, with cold deliberation.
The girl reddened quickly; her hands clenched.

But she did not look at him.
"Thank you," she returned, mockingly.
"What did he say ?" he demanded gruffly, to conceal a slight embarrassment over her manner of receiving the insult.
Her chin lifted disdainfully.