He had also dampened the old flour-sacks around the bird cage to protect the little canary as far as possible from the heat that he knew would increase now with every hour.

He had made ready to go forward again, but had paused irresolute again, hesitating for the last time.
"I'm a fool," he growled, scowling back at the range behind him.

"I'm a fool.

What's the matter with me?
I'm just walking right away from a million dollars.

I know it's there.