Wonder what she'll think when she sees that jug don't go down any?
Wonder--oh, hell! She'd never care anything about me.

If she did--" His thoughts went hazy with vague speculation, then clarified suddenly into one hard fact, like a rock thrusting up through the lazy sweep of a windless tide.

"If she did care, I couldn't do anything.

I'm married!" His step lost a little of its spring, then, and he went into the bunk-house with much the same expression on his face as when he had left it an hour or so before.
He did not see Dick that day.

The other boys watched him covertly, it seemed to him, and showed a disposition to talk among themselves.