She seemed chiefly concerned with the station, and her concern seemed mostly an impatience over its locked door.
He got his telescope and watched her as she came down through the rocks into sight.

No, she certainly did not strike him as being a tourist, in spite of her tourist's khaki and amber glasses and heavy tan boots.

Women tourists did not climb mountains without an escort of some kind, he had learned.
"By heck, I'll bet that's Kate!" he exclaimed suddenly, staring at her retreating form.

"Now, what does the old girl want-- ?" Straightway he guessed what she wanted, and the guess brought his eyebrows together with the lump between which Marion had described.

If she had come up there to see _him_, it must be because she had heard something about him that had stirred her up considerably.