Moreover, to her annoyance, she found that she was evading his direct request for the news she had withheld.
"Jack Belllounds is coming home to-night or to-morrow," she said.

Then, waiting for her companion to reply, she kept an unseeing gaze upon the scanty pines fringing Old White Slides.

But no reply appeared to be forthcoming from Moore.

His silence compelled her to turn to him.

The cowboy's face had subtly altered; it was darker with a tinge of red under the bronze; and his lower lip was released from his teeth, even as she looked.