If it was not so, he hoped he would never find it out.

She seemed to him a woman yet unspoiled, and he shrank from the thought of what the world might do for her--the world and its cultivation, which would not be for her, because she was friendless and without money or home.

The world would have nothing but toil to give her, with a meagre living.
Where was she going, and what was she proposing to do?
Must he not try to help her in some way?
Did not the fact that she had saved his life demand so much from him?
If he had not found her, he must surely have starved before he got out of this wild place.

Even yet starvation was not an impossibility; for they had not reached any signs of habitation yet, and there was but one more portion of corn-meal and a little coffee left.

They had but two matches now, and there had been no more flights of birds, nor brooks with fishes.
In fact, the man found a great deal to worry about as he lay there, too weary with the unaccustomed exercise and experiences to sleep.
He reflected that the girl had told him very little, after all, about her plans.