[Illustration: The two started back at his rather abrupt entrance.]
The woman stepped somewhat in advance of her companion, as though to shield him from observation, instantly mastering her surprise.
"Nothing at all serious, Mr. Sergeant Hamlin," she retorted scornfully. "Don't be melodramatic, please; it gets on the nerves. If you must know, I was merely giving our ranch foreman a few final instructions, as he leaves to-morrow. Have you objections?"
"Assuredly not—your ranch foreman, you say? Met him before, I think. You are the fellow I ordered out of this room, are n't you?"
The man growled something unintelligible, but Mrs. Dupont prevented any direct reply.
"That's all right, John," she broke in impatiently. "You understand what I want now, and need not remain any longer. I have a word to say myself to this man."
She waited an instant while he left the room; then her eyes defiantly met Hamlin's.
"I was told you had driven every one out of here," she said coldly. "What was the game?"