Away off to the southwest a bright light showed briefly--the headlight of a Santa Fe train, he guessed it must be.

To the east, which he faced, the land was broken with bare hills that fell just short of being mountains.

He went down the first canyon that opened in that direction, ploughing doggedly ahead into the unknown.
That night Bud camped in the lee of a bank that was fairly well screened with rocks and bushes, and dined off broiled bacon and bread and a can of beans with tomato sauce, and called it a meal.

At first he was not much inclined to take the risk of having a fire big enough to keep him warm.

Later in the night he was perfectly willing to take the risk, but could not find enough dry wood.