“That’s Miss Van Arsdale,” said Banneker.
CHAPTER VI
Seated in her saddle the newcomer hailed Banneker.
“What news, Ban? Is the wreck cleared up?”
“Yes. But the track is out twenty miles east. Every arroyo and barranca is bank-high and over.”
He had crossed the platform to her. Now she raised her deep-set, quiet eyes and rested them on the girl. That the station should harbor a visitor at that hour was not surprising. But the beauty of the stranger caught Miss Van Arsdale’s regard, and her bearing held it.
“A passenger, Ban?” she asked, lowering her voice.
“Yes, Miss Camilla.”