Does best for our good purpose—damn his bones!
Two shotguns—that’s enough—then home, then here—
That’s it, and neither knows of it next day.
We’ll even shed a hot tear, being told!
When do we do it, boy?”
But Bruce was slow:
Angry and sick, but slow. And once when Dora
Found him, deep in the woods between their cabins,
He almost lost his purpose as she held him,
Wetting his face with tears.