The girl regarded him closely.
"You remind me of somebody," she said, "but I don't think I've ever seen you before."
"My name is Mackay," Turkey vouchsafed, and waited for a similar confidence which did not come.
"Mackay!" the girl exclaimed. Her eyes were veiled for a moment. When she again looked him in the face their expression had altered.
"Are you the Mr. Mackay who has a ranch somewhere near here?"
"That's my brother, Angus," Turkey replied.
"What a really Scotch name! Yours should be Donald, or Duncan, or Murdoch?"
"Worse than that," Turkey grinned. "Torquil. But most people call me 'Turkey.'"
"May I call you 'Turkey'?"
"If—if you like," Turkey stammered.