Her eyes were on him--hot, shining.

He felt his blood throb, but he returned the look with good-natured nonchalance, shook her hand, raised his hat, and walked away, thinking what a fine, handsome creature she was.

Presently he said: "Poor girl, she'll look at some fellow like that one day, with tragedy the end thereof!" He then fell to wondering about her almost uncanny divination.

He knew that all his life he himself had had strange memories, as well as certain peculiar powers which had put the honest phenomena and the trickery of the Medicine Men in the shade.

He had influenced people by the sheer force of presence.