Before they had covered two hundred yards Arlie turned to her companion, all contrition.  “There!  I’ve done it again.  My fits of passion are always getting me into trouble.  This time one of them has given you an enemy, and a bad one, too.”

“No.  He would have been my enemy no rnatter what you said.  Soon as he put his eyes on me, I knew it.”

“Because I brought you here, you mean?”

“I don’t mean only that.  Some folks are born to be enemies, just as some are born to be friends.  They’ve only got to look in each other’s eyes once to know it.”

“That’s strange.  I never heard anybody else say that.  Do you really mean it?”

“Yes.”

“And did you ever have such an enemy before?  Don’t answer me if I oughtn’t to ask that,” she added quickly.

“Yes.”

“Where?”

“In Texas.  Why, here we are at a ranch!”

“Yes.  It’s ours, and yours as long as you want to stay.  Did you feel that you were enemies the moment you saw this man in Texas?”

“I knew we were going to have trouble as soon as we looked at each other.  I had no feeling toward him, but he had toward me.”

“And did you have trouble?”

“Some, before I landed him.  The way it turned out he had most of it.”

She glanced quickly at him.  “What do you mean by ’landed’?”

“I am an officer in the Texas Rangers.”

“What are they?  Something like our forest rangers?”

“No.  The duty of a Texas Ranger is to enforce the law against desperadoes.  We prevent crime if we can.  When we can’t do that, we hunt down the criminals.”

Arlie looked at him in a startled silence.

“You are an officer of the law—­ a sort of sheriff?” she said, at last.

“Yes, in Texas.  This is Wyoming.”  He made his distinction, knowing it was a false one.  Somehow he had the feeling of a whipped cur.

“I wish I had known.  If you had only told me earlier,” she said, so low as to be almost a whisper.

“I’m sorry.  If you like, I’ll go away again,” he offered.

“No, no.  I’m only thinking that it gives Jed a hold, gives him something to stir up his friends with, you know.  That is, it would if he knew.  He mustn’t find out.”

“Be frank.  Don’t make any secret of it.  That’s the best way,” he advised.

She shook her head.  “You don’t know Jed’s crowd.  They’d be suspicious of any officer, no matter where he came from.”

“Far as I can make out, that young man is going to be loaded with suspicions of me anyhow,” he laughed.

“It isn’t anything to laugh at.  You don’t know him,” she told him gravely.

“And can’t say I’m suffering to,” he drawled.

She looked at him a little impatiently, as if he were a child playing with gunpowder and unaware of its potentialities.

“Can’t you understand?  You’re not in Texas with your friends all around you.  This is Lost Valley—­ and Lost Valley isn’t on the map.  Men make their own law here.  That is, some of them do.  I wouldn’t give a snap of my fingers for your life if the impression spread that you are a spy.  It doesn’t matter that I know you’re not.  Others must feel it, too.”