"What an escape! You see, Calder, I shall be more trouble even than the man I told you of.

I am not clever.

I can't sit in a chair and amuse myself by thinking, not having any intellect to buck about.

I have lived out of doors and hard, and that's the only sort of life that suits me.

I tell you, Calder, you won't be very anxious for much of my society in a year's time," and he laughed again and with the same harshness.
"Oh, stop that," said Calder; "I will read the rest of your letters to you." He read them, however, without much attention to their contents.