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"She was his sister."

"Oh! His sister." Her voice was colorless. She observed him

without appearing to do so. "Very pretty, I thought her. Didn't

you?"

"Right nice looking. Had a sort of an expression made a man want

to look at her again."

"Yes."

Innocently unaware that he was being pumped, he contributed more

information. "And that game."

"She was splendid. I can see her now opening the door in the face

of the bullets."

"Never a scream out of her either. Just as cool."

"That is the quality men admire most, isn't it--courage?"

"I don't reckon that would come first. Course it wouldn't make a

hit with a man to have a woman puling around all the time."

"My kind, you mean."

Though she was smiling at him with her lips, it came to him that

his words were being warped to a wrong meaning.

"No, I don't," he retorted bluntly.

"As I remember it, I was bawling every chance I got yesterday and

the day before," she recalled, with fine contempt of herself.