Strange to say Jones did not grumble; none of his characteristic impatience manifested itself.

I supposed with him all the exasperating waits, vexatious obstacles, were little things preliminary to the real work, to which he had now come.

He was calm and deliberate, and slid down the pine, walked back to the leaning tree, and while resting a moment, shook his lasso at Kitty.

This action fitted him, somehow; it was so compatible with his grim assurance.
To me, and to Frank, also, for that matter, it was all new and startling, and we were as excited as the dogs.

We kept continually moving about, Frank mounted, and I afoot, to get good views of the cougar.