He would hear some man trying to explain what he did not know anything at all about, and he would grin pityingly at the ignorance of the human male, forgetting that he had been just as ignorant, before fate picked him up and shoved him head-foremost into a place where he had to learn.
Sometimes he was not forewarned of their visits, and would be trapped fairly; and then he would have to answer their foolish questions and show them what the map was for, and what the pointer was for, and admit that it did get lonesome sometimes, and agree with them that it was a fine view, and point out where Quincy lay, and all the rest of it.

It amazed him how every one who came said practically the same things, asked the same questions, linked the same adjectives together.
Thus passed his second month, which might be called his pessimistic month.

But he did not take his money and go.

He decided that he would wait until he had grown a beard before he ventured.

He realized bitterly that he was a fugitive, and that it would go hard with him now if he were caught.