“Why—­whatever you can get.”

“That ain’t the kind of restaurant we run.  Bessie Belle would sure be offended if she understood you.  Ever see anybody call a quail?”

“Can it really be done?”

Law’s face brightened.  “You wait.”  He led his mare down the arroyo, then returned, and, taking his Winchester from its scabbard, explained:  “There’s a pair of ‘top-knots’ on that side-hill waitin’ for a drink.  Watch ’em run into my lap when I give the distress signal of our secret order.”  He skirted the water-hole, and seated himself with his heels together and his elbows propped upon his spread knees in the military position for close shooting.  From where he sat he commanded an unobstructed view of the thicket’s edge.  Next he moistened his lips and uttered an indescribable low whistle.  At intervals he repeated the call, while the woman looked on with interest.  Suddenly out of the grass burst a blue quail, running with wings outstretched and every feather ruffled angrily.  It paused, the man’s cheeks snuggled against the stock of his gun, and the bark of the thirty-thirty sounded loudly.  Mrs. Austin saw that he had shot the little bird’s head off.  She spoke, but he stilled her with a gesture, threw in a second shell, and repeated his magic call.  There was a longer wait this time, but finally the performance was repeated.  The marksman rose, picked up the two birds, and came back to the camping-place.

“Kind of a low-down trick when they’ve just started housekeeping, ain’t it?” he smiled.

Mrs. Austin saw that both crested heads had been cleanly severed.  “That is quite wonderful” she said.  “You must be an unusually good shot.”

“Yes’m.  You can fool turkeys the same way.  Turkeys are easy.”

“What do you say to them?  What brings them out, all ruffled up?” she asked, curiously.

Law had one of the birds picked by this time.  “I tell ’em a snake has got me.  I reckon each one thinks the other is in trouble and comes to the rescue.  Anyhow, it’s a mighty mean trick.”

He would not permit her to help with the breakfast, so she lay back enjoying the luxury of her hard bed and watching her host, whose personality, now that she saw him by daylight, had begun to challenge her interest.  Of late years she had purposely avoided men, and circumstances had not permitted her to study those few she had been forced to meet; but now that fate had thrown her into the company of this stranger, she permitted some play to her curiosity.

Physically Law was of an admirable make—­considerably over six feet in height, with wide shoulders and lean, strong limbs.  Although his face was schooled to mask all but the keenest emotions, the deftness of his movements was eloquent, betraying that complete muscular and nervous control which comes from life in the open.  A pair of blue-gray, meditative eyes, with a whimsical fashion of wrinkling half-shut when he talked, relieved a countenance that otherwise would