While he made ready to drink it she leaned with assured indifference against the buffet shelf behind her. She spread her left arm and hand innocently along its edge as she had seen waitresses do--and with her right hand, toyed with the loose collar of her crepe blouse--chatting the while like a perfectly good waitress with her suspect. The funny part seemed to her that he took it all with entire seriousness, hardly laughing; only a suspicion of a smile, playing at times around his eyes, relieved the somberness of his lean face. His parted lips showed regular teeth when he spoke, and gave a not unpleasant expression to his mouth. His eyes were as inoffensive as a mountain lake. But there remained something stubborn in his dry manner and at times her heart misgave her as to the hope of dissuading him from his purpose. Trying to form some idea of how to act, she studied him with anxiety. All she could actually reach as a conclusion was that he might be troublesome to dissuade. Yet with every moment she was the more determined to keep him from carrying out his mission and the more resolved to make him pay for his Western manners. All this was running through her head while the coffee was being sipped. Unhappily, her father was where she could not possibly reach him with a warning until Belle should reappear on the scene. She tendered her now tractable guest a second cup of coffee. It was accepted; he talked on, asking many questions, which were answered more or less to his satisfaction. Not that his inquiries were impertinent; they were chiefly silly, Kate thought. He seemed most intent on establishing a friendly footing with a lunch-counter attendant. When his third cup had been drunk and payment tendered for it, and for five or six sandwiches, Kate decided her time to escape had arrived. She refused to accept his money: "No," she persisted, "I will not take a thing for your lunch. Positively not. Oh, you may leave your dollar on the counter, if you like--it will never go into the register." "Why not?" "I've told you." "Say it again." "You were very patient over my blunder in giving you cold coffee." "To tell you the truth," he remarked with candor, "it didn't look to me altogether like a blunder." "Oh, it was," she insisted shamelessly; but she did not feel at all sure he believed her. "And I won't take your money. I want you--" her eyes fell the least bit with her repentant words--"to have a better impression of this counter than cold coffee would give you. We're trying so hard to build up a business." "Golly!" observed her calm guest. "I thought a few minutes ago you were trying to wreck one." "You Medicine Bend men always make fun of this valley," Kate complained. "I don't really belong in Medicine Bend," was his return. "Where do you belong?" "In the Falling Wall." "Oh! that awful place?" "Why knock the Falling Wall?"