We'll allow things to run along a bit as they are.

There's time enough to worry." He rose, but instead of going to his room he strode out of the house and walked northward up the trail, passing through the town and out of sight.

Alluna sat huddled up in the doorway, her shawl drawn close about her head, and waited for him until the late sun--which at this time of year revolves in a great circle overhead--dipped down below the distant mountains for the midnight hour, then rolled slanting out again a few points farther north, to begin its long journey anew; but he did not return.

At last she crept stiffly in-doors, like an old and weary woman, the look of fright still staring in her eyes.
About nine o'clock the next morning a faint and long-drawn cry came from the farthest limits of the little camp.

An instant later it was echoed closer, and then a dog began to howl.