He couldn't remember exactly.

And he didn't want to remember exactly, for it was none of his business.
In this humor, with half of his thoughts on one side of the fence and half on the other, he put out his light and went to bed.

And he began thinking of the Range.

That was pleasanter.

For the tenth time he figured out how long it would be before the glacial-twisted ramparts of the Endicott Mountains rose up in first welcome to his home-coming.