I'll be in town two days yet, and after that Pete here can get word to me." Then, with an admiring, honest gaze, he searched her eyes a moment before he turned and strolled toward the rude cigar-case.
"All right, now, ma'am ?" Pete Timmons said, picking, up her valise.
The girl nodded, and together they went up the rude stairs to her room where Timmons paused at the door.
"Well, I'm glad you're here," he said, moving away.

"We've been waitin' for you to show.

I may be wrong, ma'am, but I'd bet my belt that you're the lady that's been expected by Ned Beaton." "You're mistaken," she replied shortly.
As she heard him clatter down the stairs, Miss Stella Donovan of the New York _Star_ knew that her visit would not be in vain..