Carley persuaded herself that this must be the plot of ground belonging to the herder Charley, and she was about to turn on down the creek when far up under the bluff she espied a man.

He was stalking along and bending down, stalking along and bending down.

She recognized Glenn.

He was planting something in the yellow soil.
Curiously Carley watched him, and did not allow her mind to become concerned with a somewhat painful swell of her heart.

What a stride he had! How vigorous he looked, and earnest! He was as intent upon this job as if he had been a rustic.