The lower part of Jack Belllounds's face was weak.
The constraint of this meeting was manifest mostly in the manner of the son.

He looked ashamed, almost sullen.

But if he had been under the influence of liquor at Kremmling, as reported the day before, he had entirely recovered.
"Come on in," said the rancher.
When they got into the big living-room, and Belllounds had closed the doors, the son threw down his baggage and faced his father aggressively.
"Do they all know where I've been ?" he asked, bitterly.

Broken pride and shame flamed in his face.
"Nobody knows.

The secret's been kept." replied Belllounds.
Amaze and relief transformed the young man.