Jean had known at once just why that bed was there, and almost she knew how long it had been there.

She had never once hinted that she knew; and Lite would never tell her, by look or word, that he was watching her welfare.
Here came Gil, dashing up to the brow of the hill, dismounting and creeping behind a rock, that he might watch them working with the cattle in the valley below.

Jean met his pictured approach with a little smile of welcome.

That was the scene where she told him he got off the horse like a sack of oats, and had shown him how to swing down lightly and with a perfect balance, instead of coming to the earth with a thud of his feet.

Gil had taken it all in good faith; the camera proved now how well he had followed her instructions.