If William Stanley Winthrop had had any idea of making an impression, he forgot it. The impression Louise was unconsciously making straightway absorbed his attention.
"Yes, indeed! Turn him into the corral—turn him into anything, Miss Lacharme. You have the magic. Make another admirer of him."
"Thank you, Mr. Winthrop. But Boyar could hardly be improved."
"You trained him, didn't you?" queried Winthrop.
Louise laughed. "Yes. But he was well-bred to begin with."
Winthrop ejaculated a mental "Ouch!" Simplicity did not necessarily mean stupidity.
"Do you enjoy mining—the real work—out there in the desert, Mr. Winthrop?"
"I could enjoy anything in company with Overland."
"Of course. Do you think people who have lots of money are apt to be cynical?" she asked.
"Not more so than people without money. But what splendid animals!" he exclaimed as they approached the corral.