Donna smiled her appreciation of Harley P.'s gallantry. "You left
without saying good-by" she reminded him. "If I had needed you I
couldn't have found you. Do you remember? You said if I ever needed a
friend--"

The big gambler grinned. "You never needed me, Miss Donnie. You never
would need a man like me, but you might have needed money. If you'd a-
needed money, now, why, Dan Pennycook he'd a-seen you through."

Mr. Hennage did not judge it necessary to tell Donna that he had left
the worthy yardmaster in charge of her destinies, with a thousand
dollars on deposit in a bank in Bakersfield, in Dan's name, for Donna's
use in case of emergency. Mr. Hennage lived in an atmosphere of money,
where everybody fought to get his money away from him and where he
fought to get theirs; hence finances were ever his first thought. As
for Donna, she did not think it necessary that she should express a
contrary opinion regarding Dan Pennycook. She said:

"Why didn't you come to the counter at once and say hello?"

He shook his head, "I wanted to all right, but I hated to appear
presumin', an' with my rep in this village you know how people are
liable to talk. World treatin' you well, Miss Donnie?"

"I think I get more fun out of San Pasqual than most of the people in
it."

"Well, then, you must spend a lot o' time lookin' into a mirror"
replied Harley P., and blushed at his effrontery. "That's the only way
the San Pasqual folks can get any fun--a-lookin' at your face."