I rolled and half-smoked eight cigarettes, and scattered the stubs with careful carelessness in the immediate vicinity of the rock.

I put my boots down in a clear spot of sand where they left marks that fairly shouted of my presence.

Then I walked off a few steps and studied the effect with much satisfaction.

When she came again, she couldn't fail to see that I had been there; that I had waited a long time--she could count the cigarette stubs and so form some estimate of the time--and had gone away, presumably in deep disappointment.

Maybe it would make her feel a little less sure of herself, to know that I was camping thus earnestly on her trail.