You should see my big bed of it in a week or two more.

It makes a picture." The words recalled him to the Girl.

He turned to study her.

He forgot his commission and chafed at conventions that prevented his doing what he saw was required so urgently.

Fearing she would notice, he gazed away through the forest and tried to think, to plan.
"You are not making noise enough," she said.
So absorbed was the Harvester he scarcely heard her.