Afterward she remembered that he was powerfully built, that his eyes were dark, and that his teeth showed white and even, as he repeated, with a smile:
"You don't know anything worth knowing. You don't quite look the part."
"Why don't you answer my question?"
Back of the light in Jerry's eyes Joe saw that the tears were waiting, and something in her face hurt him strangely.
"I think this claim is not worth—an effort," he declared, frankly, looking out at the wind-heaved ridges of sand.
"What brought you here to look at it, then?" Jerry demanded.
"Partly to despise the fool who owned it and let it become a curse."
"Do you know him?" the girl inquired.
"No. But if I did I should despise him just the same," Joe Thomson declared.
"What if he were dead?" Jerry asked.