Even had he a gun, there was not much show for anything like game in the darkness of night, and thus, under the most favorable circumstances, he would be forced to wait until morning.
"I'm pretty tired," he said, as he thought over the matter, "and, maybe, if I get asleep, I can keep it up until morning, and in that way worry through the night.

But I tell you, Fred Munson, I would like to have a good square meal just now.

There is fruit growing here and there among those mountains, but a chap can't find it at night.

Now, if there was only some camp of the hunters, where I could get in and--" He abruptly paused, as his own words suggested an idea.
It was a camp-fire to which he owed his escape.

Why couldn't he use it still further?
Was it not likely that the Indians who had kindled it had taken their meals there, and that there might be some remnants of the feast which could be used to satisfy his hunger?
It was not a very pleasant prospect to contemplate.