He stooped and smoothed down the blankets of his bunk, for no trace of him must be seen if any other man should come during this night.

He would go far away--see and be seen--apart from Sally Fortune.

He picked up his saddle.
Before he departed he leaned low above her as she must have done above him, until the dark shadow of lashes was tremulous against her cheek.
Then he straightened and stole step by step across the floor, to the door, to the night; all the myriad small white eyes of the heavens looked down to him in hushed surprise..