On the contrary, it was expectant, and his face seemed to show a slight disappointment when the wilderness merely presented its wonted aspect.

Then he built another fire, not choosing a secluded glade, but the top of the hill, the most exposed spot that he could find, and, after he had eaten his supper, he sat beside it, the expectant air still on his face.
Nothing came.

But the shiftless one sat long.

He raked up dead leaves of last year's winter and made a pillow, against which he reclined luxuriously.

Shif'less Sol was one who drew mental and physical comfort from every favoring circumstance, and the leaves felt very soft to his head and shoulders.