Pard was not worrying about anything.

He looked so luxuriously happy that Jean had not the heart to disturb him, even with her comfort-seeking caresses.

She leaned her elbows on the corral gate and watched him awhile.

She asked a bashful, gum-chewing youth if he could tell her where to find Lite Avery.

But the youth seemed never to have heard of Lite Avery, and Jean was too miserable to explain and describe Lite, and insist upon seeing him.