What she saw was Anthony Bard kneeling by the coals of the fire over which steamed a coffee-pot on one side and a pan of crisping bacon on the other.
The vision shook her so that she rubbed her eyes and stared again to make sure.

It did not seem possible that she had actually wakened during the night and found him gone, and with this reality before her she was strongly tempted to believe that the coming of Nash was only a vivid dream.
"Morning, Anthony." He turned his head quickly and smiled to her.
"Hello, Sally." He was back at once, turning the bacon, which was done on the first side.

Seeing that his back was turned, she dressed quickly.
"How'd you sleep ?" "Well." "Where ?" He turned more slowly this time.
"You woke up in the middle of the night ?" "Yes." "What wakened you ?" "Nash and Kilrain." He sighed: "I wish I'd been here." She answered: "I'll wash up; we'll eat; and then off on the trail.

I've an idea that the two will be back, and they'll have more men behind them." After a little her voice called from the outside: "Anthony, have you had a look at the morning ?" He came obediently to the doorway.

The sun had not yet risen, but the fresh, rose-coloured light already swept around the horizon throwing the hills in sharp relief and flushing, faraway, the pure snows of the Little Brothers.