If it has to be done we'll do it quickly; and afterward I can find a way out for us both." Something like a foreknowledge came to him, telling him that the thing would never be done--that he had surrendered his last chance of Drew when he turned back to go to Sally.

It was as if he took a choice between the killing of the man and the love of the woman.

But he said nothing of his forebodings and helped her quietly to rearrange the small pack.

They saddled and took the trail which pointed up over the mountains--the same trail which they had ridden in an opposite direction the night before.
He rode with his head turned, taking his last look at the old house of Drew, with its blackened, crumbling sides, when the girl cried softly: "What's that?
Look!" He stared in the direction of her pointing arm.

They were almost directly under the shoulder of rocks which loomed above the trail along the edge of the lake.