Somehow, everything in my mind weaves into a gigantic warning.
So disturbing is the notion," added Philip unquietly, "that--" "Yes ?" queried Diane politely.
"That after much thought, I have decided to stay here in camp until you abandon your nomadic scheme and break camp for home.

There'll come a time, I'm sure, when you'll think as I do to get rid of me." Diane rose with suspicious mildness.
"I'm hungry," she said, "and Johnny's yodeling." "Well," said Philip provokingly, "I don't believe I want any supper after all.

The atmosphere's too chilly.".