About three in the afternoon he came to a little river which marked the boundary line of his hunting territory.
The decision he made to travel up-stream for a while was owing to two facts: the river was high with quicksand bars on each side, and he felt reluctant to cross into that region where his presence alone meant that he was a marked man.

The bottom-lands through which the river wound to the southwest were more inviting than the barrens he had traversed.

The rest or that day he rode leisurely up-stream.

At sunset he penetrated the brakes of willow and cottonwood to spend the night.

It seemed to him that in this lonely cover he would feel easy and content.