"Good-morning," said Jane.
"Howdy," replied the girl indifferently.
An awkward pause. Surely, she would volunteer no more and Beck asked:
"Your dad around?"
"What do you want with him?"—a demand rather than a question.
"I am Miss Hunter. I own the—"
"Oh, I know who you are!" the girl cut in defiantly.
"I came down to talk to your father. We are neighbors. If we are to be good neighbors there are things we must discuss."
Jane was unpoised by the attitude of the other but she dismounted and walked toward the cabin.
"What did you want with him?" the girl asked again.