The shell of his skepticism was too thick!
“Do you think I am a complete fool? Flagg has no kin whatever!”
“How long have you been acquainted in these parts?”
“Three years,” he admitted; but he scowled his sentiment of utter disbelief in her claim.
“I am what I say I am,” she insisted. “Does that make any difference in your stand here to-day?”
“Not a bit!”
They surveyed each other for some time, the mists swirling slowly about their heads.
“If I shed any more tears and do any more pleading, sir, you’ll have good reasons for believing that I have no blood of the Flaggs in me! Do you still think I’m not what I say I am?”
He sliced the fog contemptuously with the edge of his palm. “You can’t talk that stuff to me!” She understood the futility of appeal; he turned from her and she looked for a moment on the bulging scruff of his obstinate neck.
“Very well, Mr. Craig! If talk can’t convince you, I’ll try another way!”