I have to kill time somehow till we can be married and so you ought not to find fault with my doing it.

Run along over and talk to Imo in her cabin now, Lee; that's a good boy.

I didn't get back home from town last night until after midnight, and I'm sleepy." He did not go to Imo's cabin, but to camp instead.

For the bitterness of his disappointment at his failure to move her made him desire the darkness and solitude of the ride home.

With her, it seemed, he was in a worse predicament than he had been when faced with the problem of his ditch; for that he had found an answer, found something to take hold of.