The Ranger stirred, but he did not meet her eyes. "Well," said he,
"I read 'most anything I can get. A feller meets up with strange
books just like he meets up with strange people."
"Not books like--that." There was a brief silence. "Mr. Law, every
now and then you say something that makes me think you're a--rank
impostor."
"Pshaw!" said he. "I know cowboys that read twice as good as I
do."
"You went to school in the East, didn't you?"
"Yes'm."
"Where?" The man hesitated, at which she insisted, "Where?"
Dave reluctantly turned upon her a pair of eyes in the depths of
which there lurked the faintest twinkle. "Cornell," said he.
Alaire gasped. After a while she remarked, stiffly, "You have a
peculiar sense of humor."
"Now don't be offended," he begged of her. "I'm a good deal like a
chameleon; I unconsciously change my color to suit my
surroundings. When we first met I saw that you took me for one
thing, and since then I've tried not to show you your mistake."
"Why did you let me send you those silly books? Now that you have
begun to tell the truth, keep it up. How many of them had you
read?"
"We-ll, I hadn't read any of them--lately.
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