He simply LIVED! He was alive, and he loved Josephine.
The muscles of his arms were like sinews of rawhide.

Every fibre in his body was strung with a splendid strength.

His brain was as clear as the unpolluted air that drifted over the cedar and spruce.

And now to these tremendous forces had come the added strength of the most wonderful thing in the world: love of a woman.

In spite of all that Josephine and Jean had said, in spite of all the odds that might be against him, he was confident of winning whatever fight might be ahead of him.
He not only felt confident, but cheerful.