That official unbent. “Talking about thick heads, I’m glad my porter has one. If it weren’t iron-plated and copper-riveted he’d be needing a doctor now, the way you stood him on it.” “No, did I? Ce’tainly an accident. The nigger must have been in my way as I climbed into the car. Took the kink out of his hair, you say? Here, Sam!” He tossed a bill to the porter, who was rolling affronted eyes at him. “Do you reckon this is big enough to plaster your injured feelings, boy?” The white smile flashed at him by the porter was a receipt for indemnity paid in full. Sheriff Collins’ perception of his neighbor across the aisle was more frank in its interest than the girl’s had been of him. The level, fearless gaze of the outdoors West looked at her unabashed, appreciating swiftly her points as they impinged themselves upon his admiration. The long, lithe lines of the slim, supple body, the languid grace missing hauteur only because that seemed scarce worth while, the unconscious pride of self that fails to be offensive only in a young woman so well equipped with good looks as this one indubitably was the rider of the plains had appraised them all before his eyes dismissed her from his consideration and began a casual inspection of the other passengers. Inside of half an hour he had made himself _persona grata_ to everybody in the car except his dark-eyed neighbor across the way. That this dispenser of smiles and cigars decided to leave her out in the distribution of his attentions perhaps spoke well for his discernment. Certainly responsiveness to the geniality of casual fellow passengers did not impress Mr. Collins as likely to be an outstanding, quality in her. But with the drummer from Chicago, the young mining engineer going to Sonora, the two shy little English children just in front of him traveling to meet their father in California, he found intuitively common ground of interest. Even Major Mackenzie, the engineer in charge of the large irrigation project being built by a company in southern Arizona, relaxed at one of the plainsman’s humorous tales. It was after Collins had half-depopulated the car by leading the more jovial spirits back in search of liquid refreshments that an urbane clergyman, now of Boston but formerly of Pekin, Illinois, professedly much interested in the sheriff’s touch-and-go manner as presumably quite characteristic of the West, dropped into the vacant seat beside Major Mackenzie. “And who might our energetic friend be?” he asked, with an ingratiating smile. The young woman in front of them turned her head ever so slightly to listen.