What do you suppose he'd be if he interrupted a woman's prayers ?" demanded he, glaring at her half jealously.
"He'd be a heathen and I should have to enlighten him," she answered sweetly.
Just then Mr.Veath entered the saloon and took a seat beside her.

She looked surprised, as did Mr.Ridgeway.They looked to the far end of the table and saw that Veath's original chair was occupied by another man.
"I traded seats with that fellow," murmured Veath, a trifle red about the ears.

Miss Vernon's face assumed a stony expression for an instant, but the gleam of pure frankness in his eyes dispelled her momentary disapproval.

"You don't mind, do you ?" he asked hastily.
"Not at all, Mr.Veath," she said, forgetting that a moment before she had considered him presumptuous.

"On the contrary, I think it is so much nicer to have you on this side of the table.