But if she heard him, she gave no indication.
Instead, she turned--swiftly, Houston thought--and mounted her horse.
A moment later, she trotted past him, and again he greeted her, to be answered by a nod and a slight movement of the lips.

But the eyes had been averted.

Barry could see that the thinnest veneer of politeness had shielded something else as she spoke to him,--an expression of distaste, of dislike, almost loathing!.