Ruth was kind, but she would soon forget him when he was gone.

He would go to Winnipeg Beach with her, and then return to the woods and let his job absorb him.

In the meantime, his head had begun to ache and he went to bed.
The Saturday morning was typical of Winnipeg in summer.

The fresh northwest breeze that sweeps the Manitoba plains had dropped.

Dark thunder-clouds rolled about the sky, but the sun was hot and an enervating humidity brooded over the town.