"He kept looking that way, and then back this way; and he covered up the piece of mirror with his hand and then took it off and let it shine a minute, and put it in his pocket.

I know he was making signals.
"I got my horse and started to meet little Buck.

He was coming along the trail and rode into a little hollow out of sight.

I kept looking and looking toward Dry Lake--because the man looked that way, I guess.

And in a few minutes I saw the smoke of the fire--" "Who was that man ?" Andy took a step toward her, his eyes hard and bright in their inflamed lids.
"The man?
That Mr.Owens who jumped your south eighty." "Good Lord, what fools!" He brushed past her without a look or another word, so intent was he upon this fresh disaster.