When it did not do so she lost all patience and was putting the glasses in their case when she saw a speck crawling along a level bit, half a mile or so to the left of where she had been watching.
"Darn!" said Mary V, and hastened to readjust the glasses.

But she had no more than seen that it was the very same mysterious object, only now it was not wide at all, but very long--when it crawled behind a ridge like a caterpillar disappearing behind a rock.

Mary V waited awhile, but it did not show itself.

So she cried with vexation and nervous exhaustion, stamped her foot, and made the emphatic assertion that she felt like _shooting_ Johnny Jewel for making her come all this long way to be driven raving distracted.
After a little, when the mysterious thing still failed to reappear anywhere on the face of the gray-mottled plain, she ate what was left of her lunch and rode home, too tired to sit up straight in the saddle..