You'll hide under a bush and wait until you're almost stepped on before you so much as wiggle an ear! I'm getting good and tired of this meek business!" "We-ell," Sorry drawled amiably as she went past him, "playin' rabbit-under-a-bush mebby don't look purty, but it's dern good life insurance." "A coward's policy," Lorraine taunted him over her shoulder, and went to see what her father wanted.

When he, too, wanted to know why Lone had come and gone again in such a hurry, Lorraine felt all the courage go out of her at once.

Their very uneasiness seemed to prove that there was more than enough cause for it.

Yet, when she forced herself to stop and think, it was all about nothing.

Frank had driven to Echo and had not returned exactly on time, though a dozen things might have detained him.
She was listening at the door when Swan appeared unexpectedly before her, having walked over from the Thurman ranch after doing the chores.
To him she observed that Frank was an hour late, and Swan, whistling softly to Jack--Lorraine was surprised to hear how closely the call resembled the chirp of a bird--strode away without so much as a pretense at excuse.