He had not heard from her for nearly a year, and that troubled him a little; perhaps she had moved away or was married.

The thought of losing her made him shiver with sudden doubt of the good sense of his action.

Anyhow, he would soon know.
The clerk of the principal hotel was sleeping on a cot behind the counter, and Mose considerately decided not to wake him.

Taking a seat by the window, he resumed his thinking, while the morning light infiltrated the sky.

He was only twenty-two years of age, but in his own thought he had left boyhood far behind.