If this girl did not desire to talk further he certainly had no wish to annoy her.

His mule had strayed off among the bleating sheep.

Jean drove it back and then led his horse up to where the girl stood.

She appeared taller and, though not of robust build, she was vigorous and lithe, with something about her that fitted the place.

Jean was loath to bid her good-by.
"Which way is the Rim ?" he asked, turning to his saddle girths.
"South," she replied, pointing.