Just so had he lifted and held his hat high one day, when she had turned and ridden away from him down the trail.

Jean caught herself just as her lips opened to call out to him in recognition and sharp reproach.

He turned and walked away to where the troopers were massed in the background.

It was thus that she had first glimpsed him for one instant before the scene ended; it was just as he turned his face away that she had opened her eyes, and thought it was Art Osgood who was walking away from the camera.
She waited a minute, staring abstractedly at the refugees who were presented next.

She wished that she knew when the picture had been taken,--how long ago.