This hunter was physically a wonderful specimen of manhood, with something leonine about his stature.

But that did not give rise to her impression.

Helen had been a school-teacher and used to boys, and she sensed a boyish simplicity or vigor or freshness in this hunter.

She believed, however, that it was a mental and spiritual force in Dale which had drawn her to think of it.
"Nell, I've spoken to you three times," protested Bo, petulantly.

"What 're you mooning over ?" "I'm pretty tired--and far away, Bo," replied Helen.