Leaning over the pommel of his saddle he recounted the occurrences of the night before, beginning with his search for Quade and the half-breed, and his experience with the woman who rode the bear.

He left out nothing--except all mention of herself.

He described the events lightly, not omitting those parts which appealed to him as being very near to comedy.
In spite of his effort to rob the affair of its serious aspect his recital had a decided effect upon Joanne.

For some time after he had finished one of her small gloved hands clutched tightly at the pommel of her saddle; her breath came more quickly; the colour had ebbed from her cheeks, and she looked straight ahead, keeping her eyes from meeting his.

He began to believe that in some way she was convinced he had not told her the whole truth, and was possibly displeased, when she again turned her face to him.
It was tense and white.