I suppose my long-continued chumming with Lop-Ear had become a habit.
I might have married, it is true; and most likely I should have married had it not been for the dearth of females in the horde.

This dearth, it is fair to assume, was caused by the exorbitance of Red-Eye, and it illustrates the menace he was to the existence of the horde.

Then there was the Swift One, whom I had not forgotten.
At any rate, during the period of Lop-Ear's marriage I knocked about from pillar to post, in danger every night that I slept, and never comfortable.

One of the Folk died, and his widow was taken into the cave of another one of the Folk.

I took possession of the abandoned cave, but it was wide-mouthed, and after Red-Eye nearly trapped me in it one day, I returned to sleeping in the passage of the double-cave.