Was the girl still sleeping?
Should he call her?
But what should he call her?
She had no name to him as yet.

He could not say, "My dear madam" in the wilderness, nor yet "mademoiselle." Perhaps it was she who had passed him.

Perhaps she was looking about for water, or for fire-wood.

He cast his eyes about, but the thick growth of sage-brush everywhere prevented his seeing much.

He stepped to the right and then to the left of the little enclosure where she had gone to sleep, but there was no sign of life.
At last the sense of uneasiness grew upon him until he spoke.
"Are you awake yet ?" he ventured; but the words somehow stuck in his throat, and would not sound out clearly.