It seemed to attract her attention.
"Put on y'ur hat, stranger....

Shore I can't recollect when any man bared his haid to me." She uttered a little laugh in which surprise and frankness mingled with a tint of bitterness.
Jean sat down with his back to a pine, and, laying the sombrero by his side, he looked full at her, conscious of a singular eagerness, as if he wanted to verify by close scrutiny a first hasty impression.

If there had been an instinct in his meeting with Colter, there was more in this.

The girl half sat, half leaned against a log, with the shiny little carbine across her knees.

She had a level, curious gaze upon him, and Jean had never met one just like it.