I've lived East, and I know; and what's more, he knows it too.

He may mean all right, but you never can trust folks." The woman went away to prepare breakfast then, and left the girl feeling as if the whole world was against her, trying to hold her.

She was glad when the man suggested that they hurry their breakfast and get away as quickly as possible.

She did not smile when the old woman came out to bid her good-by, and put a detaining hand on the horse's bridle, saying, "You better stay with me, after all, hadn't you, dearie ?" The man looked inquiringly at the two women, and saw like a flash the suspicion of the older woman, read the trust and haughty anger in the beautiful younger face, and then smiled down on the old woman whose kindly hospitality had saved them for a while from the terrors of the open night, and said: "Don't you worry about her, auntie.

I'm going to take good care of her, and perhaps she'll write you a letter some day, and tell you where she is and what she's doing." Half reassured, the old woman gave him her name and address; and he wrote them down in a little red notebook.
When they were well started on their way, the man explained that he had hurried because from conversation with the men he had learned that this ranch where they had spent the night was on the direct trail from Malta to another small town.