One would glance twice at him anywhere, for in chin, mouth, and eyes
were plainly pictured the signs of strength, evidences that he had
fought stern battles, and was no craven. For good or evil he might be
trusted to act instantly, and, if need arose, to the very death. His
attire of fashionably cut black cloth, and his immaculate linen, while
neat and unobtrusive, yet appeared extremely unusual in that careless
land of clay-baked overalls and dingy woollens. Beside him, in vivid
contrast, the girl trudged in her heavy shoes and bedraggled skirts,
her sullen eyes fastened doggedly on the road, her hair showing ragged
and disreputable in the brilliant sunshine. Hampton himself could not
remain altogether indifferent to the contrast.
"You look a little rough, Kid, for a society call," he said. "If there
was any shebang in this mud-hole of a town that kept any women's things
on sale fit to look at, I 'd be tempted to fix you up a bit."
"Well, I'm glad of it," she responded, grimly. "I hope I look so blame
tough that woman won't say a civil word to us. You can bet I ain't
going to strain myself to please the likes of her.
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