"Thank you ever so much." Robert Grant Burns returned then, and close behind him rode Gil Huntley and those other desperados who had helped to brand the calf that other day.

Gil was leading a little sorrel with a saddle on,--Muriel's horse evidently.

Jean had started back to the house and her own affairs, but she lingered with a very human curiosity to see what they were all going to do.
She did not know that Robert Grant Burns was perfectly conscious of her presence even when he seemed busiest, and was studying her covertly even when he seemed not to notice her at all.

Of his company, Pete Lowry was the only one who did know it, but that was because Pete himself was trained in the art of observation.

Pete also knew why Burns was watching Jean and studying her slightest movement and expression; and that was why Pete kept smiling that little, hidden smile of his, while he made ready for the day's work and explained to Jean the mechanical part of making moving-pictures.
"I'd rather work with live things," said Jean after a while.