“Yu’ see, I had to explain myself to Trampas a right smart while ago, long before ever I laid my eyes on yu’. It was just nothing at all. A little matter of cyards in the days when I was apt to spend my money and my holidays pretty headlong. My gracious, what nonsensical times I have had! But I was apt to win at cyards, ’specially poker. And Trampas, he met me one night, and I expect he must have thought I looked kind o’ young. So he hated losin’ his money to such a young-lookin’ man, and he took his way of sayin’ as much. I had to explain myself to him plainly, so that he learned right away my age had got its growth. “Well, I expect he hated that worse, having to receive my explanation with folks lookin’ on at us publicly that-a-way, and him without further ideas occurrin’ to him at the moment. That’s what started his poor opinion of me, not havin’ ideas at the moment. And so the boys resumed their cyards. “I’d most forgot about it. But Trampas’s mem’ry is one of his strong points. Next thing--oh, it’s a good while later--he gets to losin’ flesh because Judge Henry gave me charge of him and some other punchers taking cattle--” “That’s not next,” interrupted the girl. “Not? Why--” “Don’t you remember?” she said, timid, yet eager. “Don’t you?” “Blamed if I do!” “The first time we met?” “Yes; my mem’ry keeps that--like I keep this.” And he brought from his pocket her own handkerchief, the token he had picked up at a river’s brink when he had carried her from an overturned stage. “We did not exactly meet, then,” she said. “It was at that dance. I hadn’t seen you yet; but Trampas was saying something horrid about me, and you said--you said, ‘Rise on your legs, you pole cat, and tell them you’re a liar.’ When I heard that, I think--I think it finished me.” And crimson suffused Molly’s countenance. “I’d forgot,” the Virginian murmured. Then sharply, “How did you hear it?” “Mrs. Taylor--” “Oh! Well, a man would never have told a woman that.” Molly laughed triumphantly. “Then who told Mrs. Taylor?” Being caught, he grinned at her. “I reckon husbands are a special kind of man,” was all that he found to say. “Well, since you do know about that, it was the next move in the game. Trampas thought I had no call to stop him sayin’ what he pleased about a woman who was nothin’ to me--then. But all women ought to be somethin’ to a man. So I had to give Trampas another explanation in the presence of folks lookin’ on, and it was just like the cyards. No ideas occurred to him again. And down goes his opinion of me some more!