Blake sat smoking for a while, and then strolled toward the horses and chose a resting-place beside their pickets.
Waking in the cold of daybreak, he saw Benson asleep, and prepared breakfast before he called him.

They ate in silence, and then Blake led up the pony.
"I think we'll make a start," he said, as cheerfully as he could.
For a moment or two Benson hesitated, standing with hands clenched and baffled desire in his face; but Blake looked coolly resolute, and he mounted..