I could think of nothing but her all the time,--of her and the wild life of boats and backwoods harbors.
And at last I grew suddenly calm.

I began to laugh at myself for my lack of decision.

I would carefully consider the matter, and that night I would act.
I took my gun and wandered off across the prairie after a few birds for our larder.

There were upland plover in great plenty; and before I had been away from the camp fifteen minutes I had several in my pockets.

It was early in the afternoon; but instead of walking back to camp at once I sat down on a mound at the mouth of the old den of a wolf or badger and laid my plans; much as a wolf or badger might have done.
Then I went back.