Comfortably seated, with his back against a rock, he adjusted his field-glass and trained it upon the little spot of open green--marked by the giant sycamores, the dark line of cedars, and the half hidden house--where he knew that Sibyl Andres and Myra Willard were living.
No sooner had he focused the powerful glass upon the scene that so interested him, than he uttered a low exclamation.

The two women, surrounded by their luggage and camp equipment, were sitting on the porch with Brian Oakley; waiting, evidently, for the wagon that was crossing the creek toward the house.

It was clear to the man on the mountainside, that Sibyl Andres and the woman with the disfigured face were returning to Fairlands.
For some time, James Rutlidge sat watching, with absorbing interest, the unconscious people in the canyon below.

Once, he turned for a brief glance at the grove of sycamores behind the old orchard, farther down the creek.
The camp of Conrad Lagrange and Aaron King was no longer there.

Quickly he fixed his gaze again upon Sibyl and her friends.