It was the spirit of the thing and not the letter.

It was work of any kind and not only that of ranch life.

Not only the raising of hogs! Carley directed stumbling steps toward the light of her tent.

Her eyes had not been used to such black shadow along the ground.

She had, too, squeamish feminine fears of hydrophobia skunks, and nameless animals or reptiles that were imagined denizens of the darkness.