They could easily make the Black Dog Ford before dark.

After that the trail was good for twenty miles, where they would camp.

But like all happy hours these hours fled past, and all too swiftly, and soon the travelers were ready to depart.
Before the Stopping Place door Hell was holding down the bronchos, while Cameron was packing in the valises and making all secure again.

Near the wagon stood the doctor waiting their departure.
"You are going back from here, Dr.Martin ?" said Moira.
"Yes," said the doctor, "I am going back." "It has been good to see you," she said.

"I hope next time you will know me." "Ah, now, Miss Cameron, don't rub it in.