She could not understand it.

Disgust and disdain and scorn could not make this meeting with Jean Isbel as if it had never been.

Pride could not efface it from her mind.

The more she reflected, the harder she tried to forget, the stronger grew a significance of interest.

And when a hint of this dawned upon her consciousness she resented it so forcibly that she lost her temper, scattered the camp fire, and went into the little teepee tent to roll in her blankets.
Thus settled snug and warm for the night, with a shepherd dog curled at the opening of her tent, she shut her eyes and confidently bade sleep end her perplexities.