So he turned and went back to the little station.
Marion had lighted the little lamp, and she was cooking supper over the oil stove.

She had found where he stored his supplies in a tightly built box under a small ledge, and she had helped herself.

She had two plates and two cups set out upon his makeshift table, and while he stopped in the door she turned from the stove and began cutting slices of bread off one of the loaves which Hank had brought that day.

With her head bent toward the lamp, her hair shown like pale gold.

Her face looked very serious--a bit sad, too, Jack thought; though he could not see where she had any reason to be sad; she was not hiding away from the law, or anything like that.
When she became conscious of his presence she glanced up at him with swift inquiry.