He ran his fingers through his hair, hiding his face with them for the fraction of a second; then looked at her. The change was so complete that again she would not have recognized him.
“Easy enough, when you know how, eh? But it takes a lot of practice. I worked at that for years before I could get it down fine. But you needn’t be startled; and, particularly, I advise you that it would be foolish for you to call out to the driver. It could do you no good; and might cause his sudden demise.”
She sat staring at him, fascinated, terrified.
“Perhaps you’ll be willing to tell me why you’re leaving Blossom Range now?” he added.
Suddenly her eyes blazed.
“I thought you were gone!” she gasped.
“And that, because of it, your work there was done?”
“Yes.”
She was silent a moment or so, still staring at him.
“Couldn’t we be friends hereafter?” he asked.