It was a "dry camp" he was making that night, and a smoke would have to serve for a supper.

He held his book of papers absently while he stared hard at the fire.
"It ain't such a bad hoodoo," he mused.

"I can spare this particular girl just as easy as not; and the other one, too, for that matter." After a minute spent in blowing apart the thin leaves and selecting a paper: "Queer where she got to--and it's a darned mean trick to play on a man that was just trying to help her out of a fix.

Why, I wouldn't treat a stray dog that way! Darn these women!".