Then she added, with a mischievous smile, "It just happens that I have a sandwich in my saddle pocket." "Won't you sing?
Please do," he returned, with an eagerness that amused her.
But she shook her head reprovingly.

"We would still lack the jug of wine, you know, and, really, I don't think that paradise is for cow-punchers, anyway, do you ?" "Evidently not," he answered.

And at her jesting words a queer feeling of rebellion possessed him.

Why should he be condemned to years of loneliness?
Why must he face a life without the companionship of a mate?
If the paradise he had sought so hard to attain were denied him, why should he not still take what happiness he might?
He was lying flat on his back, his hands clasped beneath his head, watching an eagle that wheeled, a tiny black speck, high under the blue arch of the sky.

He seemed to have forgotten his companion.
Kitty leaned toward him, and held a sprig of water-cress over his upturned face.