contained a hint that anybody who drank or smoked was no better than he
should be. The girl studied him with renewed interest.

"Don't stand there and try to put anything over on me," advised the man
in gray, showing resentment. "What can I do for you?"

"You might thank the man, Richard," declared the girl, tartly. She
turned to Farr.

"He seems to have forgotten 'thank you' as he forgot 'please.' May I
make amends? We thank you!"

"And now I am in your debt," said the rover. He bowed and walked on.

When the car passed him the girl turned and gave him a long look. He
waved his hand. The dust-cloud closed in between them.

"Kat Kilgour! That's a tramp! I'm amazed!" said the elder woman,
observing the look and the salute.

"Yes, this world is full of surprises," agreed the girl, sweetly.

"But your own eyes told you that he was a tramp."

"There isn't any doubt of it, is there, if you used your eyes?" demanded
their escort.

"We'll consider that the eyes have it--and let the matter drop," said
the girl--and her tone was not sweet.