He was weary of wandering, weary of loneliness.

This comfortable, homely room, this tender little form in his arms, made an appeal to him which was as powerful as it was unexpected.

He had lived so long in his blanket, with only Kintuck for company, that at this moment it seemed as if these were the best things to do--to stay with Reynolds, to make Cora happy, and to rest.

He had seen all phases of wild life and had carried out his plans to see the wonders of America.

He had crossed the Painted Desert and camped beside the Colorado in the greatest canon in the world.