He was the same one, then, that she had seen in the afternoon, the voice who had cried to her; and he had been pursuing her.

He was an enemy, perhaps, sent by the man from whom she fled.

She grasped her pistol with trembling fingers, and tried to think what to say or do.
The young man wondered at the formalities of the plains.

Were all these Western maidens so reticent?
"Why did you follow me?
Who did you think I was ?" she asked breathlessly at last.
"Well, I thought you were a man," he said; "at least, you appeared to be a human being, and not a wild animal.

I hadn't seen anything but wild animals for six hours, and very few of those; so I followed you." The girl was silent.