"Damnation!"
A voice fell like a falling star: "Gentlemen do not use profane language in ladies' company."
He first looked up in the air, as on the whole the likeliest quarter for a voice to come from in this desert, then around. Just on the other side of the track stood Miss Dwyer, smiling, with a somewhat constrained attempt at self-possession. Lombard was a good deal taken aback, but in his surprise he did not forget that this was the young lady who had refused him that afternoon.
"I beg your pardon," he replied, with a stiff bow; "I did not suppose that there were any ladies within hearing."
"I got out of the car supposing there was plenty of time to get a specimen of sagebrush to carry home," she explained; "but when the cars started, although I was but a little way off, I could n
