Shucks.

I beg your pardon, ma'am.

If it'll do you any good to know, I thought your poor grandpap was some one else.

I was thinkin' it was a family affair, an' that I had a right to guzzle him.

You see, I thought the ol' maverick was my father." The girl started, the color slowly faded from her cheeks and she drew a long, tremulous breath.
"Then you," she said; "you are----" She hesitated and stared at him intensely, her free hand tightly clenched.
He bowed, derisively, discerning the sudden confusion that had overtaken her and making the most of his opportunity to increase it.
"I'm Calumet Marston," he said, grinning.
The girl gasped.