I wondered what had become of Jenkins and the horse.

I wondered if the girl knew I carried her through the brook.

Victor had said the bridge was down; she must know.
I wondered what she thought of the proceeding; probably that splashing about with young ladies in my arms was a habit of mine.
I told myself that I did not care what she thought.

I resolved to forget the whole affair and to focus my attention upon cleaning the gun.

But I could not forget.