Her one instinct at present was fear.
An expression that was almost bitter flitted over the young man's face, as of an unpleasant memory forgotten for the instant.
"It really wasn't of much consequence when you think of it," he said with a shrug of his fine shoulders.

"I was merely lost, and was wanting to inquire where I was--and possibly the way to somewhere.

But I don't know as 'twas worth the trouble." The girl was puzzled.

She had never seen a man like this before.

He was not like her wild, reckless brother, nor any of his associates.
"This is Montana," she said, "or was, when I started," she added with sudden thought.
"Yes?
Well, it was Montana when I started, too; but it's as likely to be the Desert of Sahara as anything else.