She had said good night to her father, but now suddenly in a mood for conversation went out into the hall and tiptoed to his door.  When there came no response to her gentle tapping she opened the door and discovered only darkness and emptiness.  She was mildly surprised; distinctly she had heard him go into his room and close his door and she had not heard him go out again.

There are men who, though they may live to be a hundred years old, keep always the fresh heart of twenty.  James Edward Longstreet was one of them.  He was a man of considerable erudition; he had always supposed that the choice had lain entirely with him.  He had always been amply content with his existence, had genially considered that the whole of the bright stream of life, gently deflected, had flowed through his college halls and under his calm eyes.  Now his youthful soul was in a delightful turmoil; adventures had come to him, more adventures were coming.  Men like Barbee had given him the staunch hand of friendship; they had welcomed him as an equal.  And something until now untouched, unguessed, that had lived on in his boy’s heart, stirred and awoke and thrilled.  To-night, with a vague sense of guilt which made the escapade but the more electric, while his daughter had imagined that he was getting himself sedately into his long-tailed, sedate nightgown, he was beaming warmly upon the highly entertained group of ranch hands down in the men’s bunk-house, whither, by the way, he had been led by Barbee.

There comes now and then to such an isolation as Desert Valley a boon from the gods in the guise of a tenderfoot.  But never tenderfoot, agreed the oldest Mexican with the youngest Texan, like this one.  They sat lined in back-tilted chairs about the four walls and studied him with eyes that were at all times appreciative, often downright grave.  His ignorance was astounding, his hunger for information amazing.  He was a man from Mars who knew all that was to be known in his own world but brought into this strange planet a frank and burning curiosity.  Barbee’s chaps delighted him; a hair rope awoke in his soul an avaricious hunger for a hair rope of his own; commonplace ranch matters, like branding and marking and breeding and weaning and breaking, evoked countless eager questions.  For so academic a man, the strange thing about him was his attitude toward these day labourers; he looked upon them as brothers; not only that, but as older brothers.  He forgot his own wisdom in his thirst to partake of theirs.  He gave the full of his admiration to a man whom he had seen that day cast a wide loop of rope about the horns of a running steer.