When we come within sight of your camp, or if we meet any one, I will put up my gun and we will go on together.

That's why I am permitting you to carry your rifle." So they went down the mountainside--the man with his empty rifle over his shoulder; the girl following, a few paces in the rear, with ready weapon.
When they had come within sight of the camp, James Rutlidge said, "There's some one there." "I see," returned Sibyl, slipping her gun in its holster and stepping forward beside her companion.

And there was a note of glad relief in her voice, for it was Brian Oakley who was bending over the camp-fire "Come," she continued to her companion, "and act as though nothing had happened." The Ranger, on his way down from somewhere in the vicinity of San Gorgonio, had stopped at the hunters' camp for a belated dinner.

Finding no one at home, he had started a fire, and had helped himself to coffee and bacon.

He was just concluding his appropriated meal, when Sibyl and James Rutlidge arrived.
In a few words, the girl explained to her friend, that she was on her way over the trail from Lone Cabin, and had accidentally met Mr.Rutlidge who had accompanied her as far as the camp.