She was not wholly satisfied that he was what he pretended to be, but what he was in reality, she could not even guess.
In the meantime, Washington, lost in admiration of his new possession, was drawing harmony, and some discord, from it and rolling his eyes soulfully.

In the ecstasy of the moment he had forgotten his recent fright.

Tom and the Mystery Man were engaged in conversation, Hippy now and then interjecting a question, for the topic under discussion was the tract of land owned by Hippy, though not since Emma's remark had any reference been made to Hippy's ownership of it.

The guest's talk was largely about the lay of the land there and its possibilities.
"I'll see you folks if you are going there," he promised finally.

"I shall be in that section of the range about three weeks from now, and maybe I can do you some good." "Thank you," smiled Grace.