A starving gleam had come into the young man's eyes at the sight of food, but he paused with the sandwich half-way to his lips to glance keenly at his companion. "You've enough here for an army," he declared. "Were you taking it to men working in the fields somewhere?" "No," she replied without hesitation, but with the same air of finality with which she had responded to his first question. "You can rest easy here till sundown, when the men begin to come in from the harvestin', an' then if you holler real loud some of them will maybe stop an' give you a lift on your way. There's a railroad about four miles from here, an' the slow freight goes by along about ten." The slow freight! So the girl thought he was a tramp! The young man smiled, and glanced down ruefully at his shabby attire. Well, so had others thought, whom he had encountered in his journey. But who and what was the girl herself? She had asked no questions as to how he had come to the condition in which she found him, but had nursed his hurt, brought him to this cool resting-place; and was sharing her food with him as unconcernedly as though she had known him all her life. That quantity of provisions, the package of humble toilet articles, and her furtiveness and haste to get away from the open road all pointed to one fact--the girl was running away. But from whom or what? She had taken him at his face value, and he had no right in the world to question her, at least without giving some sort of account of himself. "I have no intention of traveling by rail," he assured her. "A little while before you found me--I don't quite know how long--I was crossing that pasture which adjoins the wheat-field, thinking that this road might be a short cut to Hudsondale, when something came after me from behind and butted me over the fence. I think my head must have been cut open by striking against a stone, for I don't remember anything more until you poured that water over my face." The girl nodded. "I seen the stone with blood on it right near you; you must have bumped off it an' turned over," she averred. "Anybody who goes traipsin' through old Terwilliger's pasture is apt to meet up with that bull of his." So she had reasoned his predicament out without asking any of the questions that another girl would have heaped upon him. He turned to her suddenly with a fresh spark of interest in his eyes. "How did you know that I didn't belong here?" he demanded. The corners of her lips curled upward in a comical little grimace of amusement, and he realized that before they had been set in a straight line far too mature for her evident youth. "No grown men 'round these parts wears short pants, an', anyhow, I knew you were different from the way you talk; somethin' like the welfare workers, with the hell an' brimstone left out," the girl replied soberly. "I'm goin' to talk like you some day."