But after the first few seconds his strained expression relaxed; anxiety gave place to something like surprise.
Jean stood leaning heavily against the rock, panting from the flight of the day before,--for so must emotion be carried over into the next day when photo-players work at their profession.

Her face was dropped upon her arms flung up against the rock in an attitude of complete exhaustion and despair.

Burns involuntarily nodded his head approvingly; the girl had the idea, all right, even if she never had been trained to act a part.
"Come into the scene, Gil!" he commanded, when Jean made a move as though she was tempted to drop down upon the ground and sob hysterically.

"Jean, register that you hear him coming." Jean's head came up and she listened, every muscle stiffening with fear.

She turned her face toward Gil, who stopped and looked at her most villainously.