I circled," he replied.
"Jean Isbel! What do y'u want heah ?" she demanded.
"Don't you know ?" he returned.

His eyes were intensely black and piercing.

They seemed to search Ellen's very soul.

To meet their gaze was an ordeal that only her rousing fury sustained.
Ellen felt on her lips a scornful allusion to his half-breed Indian traits and the reputation that had preceded him.

But she could not utter it.
"No," she replied.
"It's hard to call a woman a liar," he returned, bitterly.