I can't keep my mind on m' fishing--just wondering what the deuce he's after.

And say! You tell him I'll stand him on his off ear if I catch him doggie' me ag'in.

Folks come with yuh ?" he remembered to ask as he prepared for another cast into the pool.
"They're down there getting a campfire built, ready to fry what fish they catch," Good Indian informed him, as he turned to climb the bluff.
"They're going to eat dinner under that big ledge by the rapids.

You better go on down." He stood for a minute, and watched Baumberger make a dexterous cast, which proved fruitless, before he began climbing up the steep slope of jumbled bowlders upon which the bluff itself seemed to rest.

He was not particularly interested in his quest, but he was in the mood for purposeless action; he still did not want to think.
He climbed negligently, scattering loose rocks down the hill behind him.