And while I'm about it I might as well own up that the sight of her, together with the thoughts swarming into my mind, caused me to finally wander off into the woods, where alone I could fight the whole thing out and come to such a conclusion as the mother I loved would have had me do.

It's been a hard tussle, I tell you, but I think I've won out," he said, with a quiver in his voice, and it was easy to see that the lad had been recently racked by emotions that for some time he had succeeded in keeping under restraint.
Cuthbert understood better than words could have told him what the nature of that battle under the stars must have been, and to show his sympathy for this new but dear chum he impulsively thrust out his hand and gripped that of Owen.
"I'm awful glad to know it--say no more, old fellow, for I can give a pretty good guess how it turned out.

Come, tumble into your blankets and get some of your beauty sleep.

There's another day coming, when I hope all of these twists and misunderstandings may be smoothed out and everything look bully.

Now, crawl in and feel for your nest--it's on the side to the right, first blanket." "Wait a bit," said Owen, "there's something else you ought to know.
Perhaps you heard all that racket awhile ago.