"That's why him and me's so well agreed.

It's because we differ much, and so fit together like opposite halves of an apple....

Is your traveller still in the land of the living ?" he asked Shalah.
But the Indian had slipped away from the fireside circle, and I saw him without in the moonlight standing rigid on a knoll and gazing at the skies.
* * * * * Next day dawned cloudless, and Shalah and I spent it in a long journey along the range.

We kept to the highest parts, and at every vantage-ground we scanned the glens for human traces.

By this time I had found my hill legs, and could keep pace even with the Indian's swift stride.