Chapter XIII
Rob’s Friend the Reporter
Silvia’s vague prophecy was fulfilled. When the event of the day, the arrival of the stage, occurred, a solitary passenger alighted, a slim, alert, city-cut young woman.
She looked us all over––not boldly, but with a business-like directness as if she were taking inventory of stock, or acting as judge at a competition. When her blue eyes lighted on Rob, they darkened with pleasure.
“Oh, Mr. Rossiter!” she exclaimed, “this is better than I hoped for.”