The heavy, shadowed gaze of his big eyes was bent upon her as if she had become a new and perplexing problem.
"But you seen Moore?"
"Yes--sir." Columbine's spirit rose.
"An' talked with him?"
"Of course."
"Lass, I ain't likin' thet, an' I ain't likin' the way you look an' speak."
"I am sorry. I can't help either."
"What'd this cowboy say to you?"
"We talked mostly about his injured foot."
"An' what else?" went on Belllounds, his voice rising.