I had forgotten Tavish's cache or we might have saved our meat." He ran a hand through his thick, grayish hair until it stood up about his head like a brush.
David tried not to reveal his restlessness as they waited.

At each new sound he hoped that what he heard was Tavish's footsteps.

He had quite decidedly planned his action.

Tavish would enter, and of course there would be greetings, and possibly half an hour or more of smoking and talk before he brought up the Firepan Creek country, unless, as might fortuitously happen, Father Roland spoke of it ahead of him.

After that he would show Tavish the picture, and he would stand well in the light so that it would be impressed upon Tavish all at once.