Then she said, with a disdainful glance around her: "I see I am helpless here, and--thanks to your trickery--alone.

Have a care, sir; I warn you that you will have to answer to Major Randolph for any insolence." "I reckon you won't tell Major Randolph what I have to say to you," he returned coolly.
Her lips were nearly a grayish hue, but she said scornfully: "And why not?
Do you know who you are talking to ?" The man came lazily forward to the carryall, carelessly brushed aside the slack reins, and resting his elbows on the horse's back, laid his chin on his hands, as he looked up in the woman's face.
"Yes; I know who I'm talking to," he said coolly.

"But as the major don't, I reckon you won't tell him." "Stand away from that horse!" she said, her whole face taking the grayish color of her lips, but her black eyes growing smaller and brighter.

"Hand me those reins, and let me pass! What canaille are you to stop me ?" "I thought so," returned the man, without altering his position; "you don't know ME.

You never saw ME before.