Which may explain, in a roundabout way, why her interest had settled upon him, though Johnny's good looks and his peppery disposition may have had something to do with it too.
Mary V, having climbed to the top of Black Ridge, adjusted her field glasses and swept every bit of Sinkhole country that lay in sight.

Almost immediately she saw a suspicious circumstance, and she straightway recognized it as such.

Away over to the east of Sinkhole camp she saw two horsemen jogging along, just as the Rolling R boys jogged homeward after a hard day's work at the round-up.

She could not recognize them, the distance was so great.

She therefore believed that one of them might be Johnny Jewel, and the suspicion made her head ache worse than before.
He had no business to be away at night, and then to go riding off somewhere with someone else so early in the morning, and she stamped her foot at him and declared that she would like to _shake_ him.
She watched those two until they were hidden in one of the million or so of little "draws" or arroyos that wrinkle the face of the range west.
When she finally gave up hope of seeing them again, she moved the glasses slowly to the west.