She had tried to show him this when she had shot the bird.

Now she recognized that there was a fine something, higher than shooting or prowess of any kind, which would command respect.
It was something she felt belonged to her, yet she was not sure she commanded it.

What did she lack, and how could she secure it?
He watched her quiet, thoughtful face, and the lady of his former troubled thoughts was as utterly forgotten by him as if she had never existed.

He was unconsciously absorbed in the study of eye and lip and brow.

His eyes were growing accustomed to the form and feature of this girl beside him, and he took pleasure in watching her.
They stopped for lunch in a coulee under a pretty cluster of cedar-trees a little back from the trail, where they might look over the way they had come and be warned against pursuers.