Bending his head in thought for a moment, he stood still, cogitating.
"The dear old fellow was right," he said presently aloud with uplifted head.

"I struck camp, but I didn't put out the fires.

There's a lot of that in life." That is what had happened also to Gabriel Druse and his daughter.

They had struck camp, but had not put out the camp-fires.

That which had been done by the River Starzke came again in its appointed time.