He laughed at the one-reel comedy that had for its climax a chase of housemaids, policemen, and outraged fruit vendors after a well-meaning but unfortunate lover.

He saw the lover pulled ignominiously out of a duck pond and soused relentlessly into a watering trough, and laughed with Frank and called it some picture.
He eyed a succession of "current events" long since gone stale out where the world moved swifter than here in the mountains, and he felt as though he had come once more into close touch with life.

All the dull months he had spent with Cash and the burros dwarfed into a pointless, irrelevant incident of his life.

He felt that he ought to be out in the world, doing bigger things than hunting gold that somehow always refused at the last minute to be found.

He stirred restlessly.