"He'd got something he'd caught for dinner in the bushes, but it's kind of curious that beasts come round and howl at us.

Anyway, we can't find out nothing until the daylight comes." They crawled back into the tent, and it was characteristic of them that although the loss of the horses might traverse all their plans they went to sleep again, and awakened as the beasts do, instinctively, when the first light crept over the shoulder of the hill.

Ten minutes later Alton had the fire lighted, and sat down beside it with the frypan in his hand.

The recovery of the horses was a question of importance, but it might well entail a day's journey, and he knew that to commence it without his breakfast would be distinctly unwise of him.

Accordingly he tranquilly held the pan, while as the mists melted and the awakening earth put on shape and form there was unrolled before him a wondrous transformation scene.
When he had last awakened the wilderness had lain formless, wrapped in blackness, primitive and pagan.