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After a while she looked again Isbel was sitting on an upheaved section of the Rim, in a cos in the forest and gaze as well across the west curve of the Basin to the Mazatzals He had composed himself to wait He was clad in a buckskin suit, rather new, and it certainly showed off to advantage, coed and soiled apparel Ellen re, lean, rangy Arizonians and Texans This man was built differently He had the widest shoulders of any man she had ever seen, and they made him appear rather short But his lithe, powerful limbs proved he was not short Whenever he moved the muscles rippled His hands were clasped round a knee--brown, sinewy hands, very broad, and fitting the thick muscular wrists His collar was open, and he did not wear a scarf, as did the ht her steady gaze to Jean Isbel's head and face He wore a cap, evidently of soht and short, and in color a dead raven black His complexion was dark, clear tan, with no trace of red He did not have the proed nose usual hite men ere part Indian Still he had the Indian look Ellen caught that in the dark, intent, piercing eyes, in the wide, level, thoughtful brows, in the stern iht, sharp-cut profile

Ellen whispered to herself: "I saw hiht the other day Only, I'd not admit it The finest-lookin' man I ever saw in my life is a damned Isbel! Was that what I co her arms under her breast, she reclined comfortably on them, and searched out a smaller peephole from which she could spy upon Isbel And as she watched hi side of her mind waxed busier Why had he come back? What did he want of her? Acquaintance, friendship, was impossible for them He had been respectful, deferential toward her, in a way that had strangely pleased, until the surprising moment when he had kissed her That had only disrupted her rather dreamy pleasure in a situation she had not experienced before All the h and bold;that, they had persisted in a or honorable They were a bad lot And contact with them had dulled soentleet her antipathy, as ive him due credit True, he had kissed her, crudely and forcibly But that kiss had not been an insult Ellen's finer feeling forced her to believe this She remembered the honest amaze and sha aardly to explain his bold act Likewise she recalled the subtle swift change in hilad she had said that Still--was she glad, after all?