Though it was barely sunup they had already been at it, and the grimy sheets were a puddle of sweat. He almost flinched when he heard Clara's step, for he had a feeling she was ill-disposed toward him and might have something sharp to say. Then he grinned at her, and put his hat on to shade his eyes. He missed his family.
After a second he stood up. I'm talking about me. Nope, he said. Now she was just a few yards away--he could have crept up to the tent and heard her breathing.
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