He was guilty of wishing that Park had stayed in camp.
"Oh, I'm glad you rode over," she welcomed--but she was careful, after that first swift glance, to look at Park.

"Jack wasn't at camp, was he?
He went to town this morning, and I looked for hi back long before now.
But it's a mistake ever to look for Jack until he's actually in sight." Park smiled vaguely.

He was afraid it would not be polite to agree with her as emphatically as he would like to have done.

But Thurston had no smile ready, polite or otherwise.

Instead he drew down his brows in a way not complimentary to Jack.
"Where is your mother ?" he asked, almost peremptorily.
"Mamma went to Great Falls last week," she told him primly, just grazing him with one of her impersonal glances which nearly drove him to desperation.