I can't always be tagging around after you while you are providing, you know; and we may as well begin to be civilized again.

Just go a little way--not so far that you can't hear me call--and bring me some nice fat quail like those we had day before yesterday." She watched him disappear in the brush and then busied herself about the camp.

Presently she heard the gun, and smiled as she pictured him hunting for their supper, much as though they were two primitive children of nature, instead of the two cultured members of a highly civilized race, that they really were.

Then, presently she must go to the spring for water, that he might have a cool drink when he returned.
She was half way to the spring, singing softly to herself, when a sound on the low ridge above the camp attracted her attention.

Pausing, she looked and listened.