He slipped the papers back into his pocket with a distinct feeling of disappointment, and lay back staring up at the little strip of blue sky.

The silence was profound, even his horse standing motionless, and finally he fell asleep.
The sun had disappeared, and even the gray of twilight was fading out of the sky, when Keith returned again to consciousness, aroused by his horse rolling on the soft turf.

He awoke thoroughly refreshed, and eager to get away on his long night's ride.

A cold lunch, hastily eaten, for a fire would have been dangerous, and he saddled up and was off, trotting out of the narrow ravine and into the broad trail, which could be followed without difficulty under the dull gleam of the stars.

Horse and rider were soon at their best, the animal swinging unurged into the long, easy lope of prairie travel, the fresh air fanning the man's face as he leaned forward.