It troubled him, making him conscious of a deeper, stronger self, opposed to his careless, free, and dreamy nature.

No ties had bound him in Oregon, except love for the great, still forests and the thundering rivers; and this love came from his softer side.

It had cost him a wrench to leave.

And all the way by ship down the coast to San Diego and across the Sierra Madres by stage, and so on to this last overland travel by horseback, he had felt a retreating of the self that was tranquil and happy and a dominating of this unknown somber self, with its menacing possibilities.

Yet despite a nameless regret and a loyalty to Oregon, when he lay in his blankets he had to confess a keen interest in his adventurous future, a keen enjoyment of this stark, wild Arizona.