"Maybe a little dotty, as I called Al.

But that'll pass." Whatever his state, it did not pass.

As of old, after a long day's hunt, he reclined beside the camp-fire and watched the golden sunset glows change on the ramparts; as of old he laid a hand on the soft, furry head of the pet cougar; as of old he watched the gold change to red and then to dark, and twilight fall like a blanket; as of old he listened to the dreamy, lulling murmur of the water fall.

The old familiar beauty, wildness, silence, and loneliness were there, but the old content seemed strangely gone.
Soberly he confessed then that he missed the happy company of the girls.
He did not distinguish Helen from Bo in his slow introspection.

When he sought his bed he did not at once fall to sleep.