Lite has been so careful to keep in the background, through all these chapters, that it seems a shame to tell on him now.

But I am going to say that, little as Jean suspected it, he had been quite as interested in finding Art Osgood as had she herself.

When he saw her pass through the gate to the train, in Los Angeles, that was his first intimation that she was going to Nogales; so he had stayed in the chair car out of sight.
But it just shows how great minds run in the same channel; and how, without suspecting one another, these two started at the same time upon the same quest.
Jean stared out over the barrenness that was not like the barrenness of Montana, and tried not to think that perhaps Art Osgood had by this time drifted on into obscurity.

Still, if he had drifted on, surely she could trace him, since he had been serving on the staff of a general and should therefore be pretty well known.

What she really hated most to think of was the possibility that he might have been killed.