Beginning the Search Aaron King lay with closed eyes, but not asleep.

He was thinking, thinking, thinking In a weary circle, his tired brain went round and round, finding no place to stop.

The man on horseback, the automobile, some accident that might have befallen the girl in her distraught state of mind--he could find no place in the weary treadmill of conjecture to rest.
While it was still too dark to see, Brian Oakley called him.

And the call was a relief.
As the artist pulled on his boots, the Ranger said, "It'll be light enough to see, by the time we get above Carleton's.

We know the automobile went that far anyway." At the Carleton ranch, as they passed, they saw, by the lights, that the mountaineer's family were already making ready for the gathering of the riders.