"I must say I like this standing around and looking dangerous, without making a pass! I wish something would break loose somewhere." "I notice you're packing yours, large as life," Jack pointed out.

"Maybe you're just wearing it for an ornament, though." "Sure!" Good Indian, feeling all at once the utter futility of standing there talking, left them grumbling over their forced inaction, without explaining where he was going, or what he meant to do.

Indeed, he scarcely knew himself.

He was in that uncomfortable state of mind where one feels that one must do something, without having the faintest idea of what that something is, or how it is to be done.

It seemed to him that they were all in the same mental befuddlement, and it seemed impossible to stay on the ranch another hour without making a hostile move of some sort--and he knew that, when he did make a move, he at least ought to know why he did it.
The note in his pocket gave him an excuse for action of some sort, even though he felt sure that nothing would come of it; at least, he thought, he would have a chance to discuss the thing with Miss Georgie again--and while he was not a man who must have everything put into words, he had found comfort and a certain clarity of thought in talking with her.
"Why don't you invite me to go along ?" Evadna challenged from the gate, when he was ready to start.