He knew the prowler, and for that reason he was all the more puzzled.

What had he wanted or expected to find?
Lite was tempted to face the man and ask him; but on second thought he knew that would be foolish.

He would say nothing to Jean.

He thanked the Lord she slept soundly! and he would wait and see what happened.
Jean herself was thoughtful all that day, and was slow to lighten her mood or her manner even when Gil Huntley rode beside her to location and talked enthusiastically of the great work she was doing for a beginner, and of the greater work she would do in the future, if only she took advantage of her opportunities.
"It can't go on like this forever," he told her impressively for the second time, before he was sure of her attention and her interest.
"Think of you, working extra under a three-day guarantee! Why, you're what's making the pictures! I had a letter from a friend of mine; he's with the Universal.

He'd been down to see one of our pictures,--that first one you worked in.