He was the one that talked so much about you, but you needn't ever have any fear of his talking any more.

He'd be done for one way or another." For the first time in his life that night, he was afraid to pray,--afraid even to give thanks that others were sleeping in the room with him so that he could hear their breathing and know that he was not alone.
He was up betimes to press on to the south, again afraid to pray, and dreading what was still in store for him.

For sooner or later he would have to be alone in the night.

Thus far since that day in the Meadows he had slept near others, whether in cabins or in camp, in some freighter's wagon or bivouacking in the snows of Echo Canon.

Each night he had been conscious, at certain terrible moments of awakening, that others were near him.