if I didn't look quite right to Chinamen, no white
man was able to detect the difference. You passed me twice in the stage,
and you didn't know me. I traveled night and day, most of the time
walking, and being passed along from one Chinaman to another, or, when
we were alone, being slung on a pole between two coolies like a bale of
goods. I ate what they could give me, for I dared not go into a shop or
a restaurant; I couldn't shut my eyes in their dens, so I stayed awake
all night. Yet I got ahead of you and the sheriff,--though I didn't know
at the time what YOU were after," she added presently.

He was overcome with wondering admiration of her courage, and of
self-reproach at his own short-sightedness. This was the girl he had
looked upon as a spoiled village beauty, satisfied with her small
triumphs and provincial elevation, and vacant of all other purpose. Here
was she--the all-unconscious heroine--and he her critic helpless at
her feet! It was not a cheerful reflection, and yet he took a certain
delight in his expiation. Perhaps he had half believed in her without
knowing it. What could he do or say? I regret to say he dodged the
question meanly.

"And you think your disguise escaped detection?" he said, looking
markedly at her escaped braid of hair.

She followed his eyes rather than his words, half pettishly caught up
the loosened braid, swiftly coiled it around the top of her head, and,
clapping the weather-beaten and battered conical hat back again upon it,
defiantly said: "Yes! Everybody isn't as critical as you are, and even
you wouldn't be--of a Chinaman!"

He had never seen her except when she was arrayed with the full
intention to affect the beholders and perfectly conscious of her
attractions; he was utterly unprepared for this complete ignoring of
adornment now, albeit he was for the first time aware how her real
prettiness made it unnecessary. She looked fully as charming in this
grotesque head-covering as she had in that paragon of fashion, the new
hat, which had excited his tolerant amusement.

"I'm afraid I'm a very poor critic," he said bluntly. "I never conceived
that this sort of thing was at all to your taste."

"I came to see my father because I wanted to," she said, with equal
bluntness.

"And I came to see him though I DIDN'T want to," he said, with a cynical
laugh.

She turned, and fixed her brown eyes inquiringly upon him.

"Why did you come, then?"

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