CHAPTER VII.
Wherein Freckles Wins Honor and Finds a Footprint on the Trail Round-eyed, Freckles watched the Bird Woman and the Angel drive away.
After they were from sight and he was safely hidden among the branches of a small tree, he remembered that he neither had thanked them nor said good-bye.

Considering what they had been through, they never would come again.

His heart sank until he had palpitation in his wading-boots.
Stretching the length of the limb, he thought deeply, though he was not thinking of Black Jack or Wessner.

Would the Bird Woman and the Angel come again?
No other woman whom he ever had known would.

But did they resemble any other women he ever had known?
He thought of the Bird Woman's unruffled face and the Angel's revolver practice, and presently he was not so sure that they would not return.
What were the people in the big world like?
His knowledge was so very limited.