The sense of his physical power matched something within, and his heart warmed with more than the vigorous exercise.
When he had worked thus for about two hours and had stacked a pile of wood almost as large as the cabin he considered it sufficient for the day.

So he went indoors.

Moore was so busily and earnestly writing that he did not hear Wade come in.

His face wore an eloquent glow.
"Say, Wils, are you writin' a book ?" he inquired.
"Hello! Sure I am.

But I'm 'most done now....