Then I heard a
fellow greet my Virginian. He came happily out of a door, and made a pass with
his hand at the Virginian's hat. The Southerner avoided it, and I saw once more
the tiger undulation of body, and knew my escort was he of the rope and the
corral.
"How are
yu' Steve?" he said to the man. And in his tone I heard instantly old
friendship speaking. With Steve he would take and give familiarity.
Steve looked at
me, and looked away—and that was all. But it was enough. In no company had I
ever felt so much an outsider. Yet I liked the company, and wished that it
would like me.
"Just come
to town?" inquired Steve of the Virginian.
"Been here
since noon. Been waiting for the train."