Towards Christmas he had become a fairly efficient cant-hook man, and was helping roll the great sticks of timber up the slanting skids.

Thus always intelligence counts, especially that rare intelligence which resolves into the analytical and the minutely observing.
On Sundays Thorpe fell into the habit of accompanying old Jackson Hines on his hunting expeditions.

The ancient had been raised in the woods.
He seemed to know by instinct the haunts and habits of all the wild animals, just as he seemed to know by instinct when one of his horses was likely to be troubled by the colic.

His woodcraft was really remarkable.
So the two would stand for hours in the early morning and late evening waiting for deer on the edges of the swamps.

They haunted the runways during the middle of the day.