She felt absolutely certain that he would shoot her with as little compunction as he would marry her by force,--and it seemed to Lorraine that he would not greatly care which he did.
"I guess you're tired," Al said suddenly, rousing himself from deep study and looking at her imperturbably.

"I'll fix yuh so you can sleep--and that's about all yuh can do." He went over to his saddle, took the blanket and unfolded it until Lorraine saw that it was a full-size bed blanket of heavy gray wool.
The man's ingenuity seemed endless.

Without seeming to have any extra luggage, he had nevertheless carried a very efficient camp outfit with him.

He took his hunting knife, went to the spruce grove and cut many small, green branches, returning with all he could hold in his arms.

She watched him lay them tips up for a mattress, and was secretly glad that she knew this much at least of camp comfort.