He stopped short. "She told you that she had said something to me?"
"Don't be idiotic! Of course she didn't."
"Then how did you know?" he persisted.
"How does one snake know what another snake will do?" she retorted.
"Being of the same--"
"Wait a moment. I don't like that word 'snake' in connection with Miss
Van Arsdale."
"Though you're willing to accept it as applying to me. I believe you are
trying to quarrel with me," accused Io. "I only meant that, being a
woman, I can make a guess at what another woman would do in any given
conditions. And she did it!" she concluded in triumph.
"No; she didn't. Not in so many words. But you're very clever."
"Say, rather, that _you_ are very stupid," was the disdainful retort.
"So you're not going to fall in love with me?"
"Of course not," answered Banneker in the most cheerfully commonplace of
tones.
Once embarked upon this primrose path, which is always an imperceptible
but easy down-slope, Io went farther than she had intended. "Why not?"
she challenged.
"Brass buttons," said Banneker concisely.
She flushed angrily. "You _can_ be rather a beast, can't you!"
"A beast? Just for reminding you that the Atkinson and St. Philip
station-agent at Manzanita does not include in his official duties that
of presuming to fall in love with chance passengers who happen to be
more or less in his care.
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