me awake I could not come back to life at once; it was the clump of cottonwoods, small and far out in the plain below us, that recalled me.

“It’ll not be watching us much longer,” said the Virginian. He made it a sort of joke; but I knew that both of us were glad when presently we rode into a steeper country, and among its folds and carvings lost all sight of the plain. He had not slept, I found. His explanation was that the packs needed better balancing, and after that he had gone up and down the stream on the chance of trout. But his haunted eyes gave me the real reason--they spoke of Steve, no matter what he spoke of; it was to be no short thing with him.


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