She was young, she was friendless, she was human.

By this hand in his Jean felt more than ever the loneliness of her.

Then, just as he was about to speak again, she pulled her hand free.
"Heah's the Rim," she said, in her quaint Southern drawl.

"An' there's Y'ur Tonto Basin." Jean had been intent only upon the girl.

He had kept step beside her without taking note of what was ahead of him.