I rode home, feeling a good deal better in my mind.
That night it rained barrelsful.

I laid and listened to it, and gritted my teeth.

Where was all my cunning now?
Where were those blatant footprints of mine that were to give their own eloquent message?
I could imagine just how the water was running in yellow streams off the peak of that butte.
Then it came to me that, at all events, some of the cigarette-stubs would be left; so I turned over and went to sleep.
I wish to say, before I forget it, that I don't think I am deceitful by nature.

You see, it changes a fellow a lot to get all tangled up in his feelings over a girl that doesn't seem to care a rap for you.

He does things that are positively idiotic At any rate, I did.