But this tourist could be heard moving here and there among the rocks, with long lapses of silence when she just stood and gazed.

Jack listened and waited, and grew more peevish as the lagging minutes passed.

If he went out now, he would have to go through the whole performance.
The telephone rang.

And while Jack was sulkily getting to his feet, he heard a girl's voice answering the phone.

The nerve of her! What business had she inside, anyway?
Must a fellow padlock that door every time he went out, to keep folks from going where they had no business to be?
He went angrily to the station; much more angrily than was reasonable, considering the offense committed against him.
He saw a girl in a short khaki skirt and high laced boots and a pongee blouse belted trimly with leather, bending her head over the mouthpiece of the telephone.