He laughs at me and goes on into the tent.
I laid there and looked at the fire fur quite a spell, outside the tent.
I was thinking, if all them tales wasn't jest dern foolishness, how I wisht I would really find a dad that was a high-muckymuck and could come back in an automobile and take her away.

I laid there fur a long, long time; it must of been fur a couple of hours.

I supposed the doctor had went to sleep.
But all of a sudden I looks up, and he is in the door of the tent staring at me.

I seen he had been in there at it hard agin, and thinking, quiet-like, all this time.

He stood there in the doorway of the tent, with the firelight onto his face and his red beard, and his arms stretched out, holding to the canvas and looking at me strange and wild.