I can't savvy this boy's lingo." While he spoke it seemed to him an intentness of expression, a strain relaxed from her face.

A faint suggestion of hostility likewise disappeared.

Jean was not even sure that he had caught it, but there had been something that now was gone.
"Shore I'll be glad to show y'u," she said.
"Thanks, miss.

Reckon I can breathe easy now," he replied, "It's a long ride from San Diego.

Hot an' dusty! I'm pretty tired.
An' maybe this woods isn't good medicine to achin' eyes!" "San Diego! Y'u're from the coast ?" "Yes." Jean had doffed his sombrero at sight of her and he still held it, rather deferentially, perhaps.