He closed the flap to shut out the still brilliant illumination of the fire, drew a blanket about him, and stretched himself out on the top of his sleeping bag.

He wanted to think.
He closed his eyes to bring back more vividly the picture of Josephine as she had given him her lips to kiss.

This, of all the unusual happenings of that afternoon, seemed most like a dream to him, yet his brain was afire with the reality of it.

His mind struggled again with the hundred questions which he had asked himself that day, and in the end Josephine remained as completely enshrouded in mystery as ever.

Yet of one thing was he convinced.