Walt Wilder in love! With whom can it be?
As he can himself think of only one woman worth falling in love with, either in that solitary spot, or elsewhere on earth, it is but natural his thoughts should turn to her.
Only for an instant, however.

The idea of having the rough Ranger for a rival is preposterous.

Walt, pursuing the theme, soon convinces him he has no such lofty aspirations.
"Beyond a doubt, she's been an' goed an' dud it--that air garl Concheeter.

Them shining eyes o' her'n hev shot clar through this chile's huntin' shirt, till thar's no peace left inside o' it.

I hain't slep a soun' wink for mor'en a week o' nights; all the time dreemin' o' the gurl, as ef she war a angel a hoverin' 'bout my head.