It changed, but he fixed each change in his memory.

When he reached the first cedar-tree, he tied his scarf upon a dead branch, and then hurried toward camp, having no more concern about finding his trail upon the return trip.
Darkness soon emboldened and lent him greater speed.

It occurred to him, as he glided into the grassy glade near camp and head the whinny of a horse, that he had forgotten Wrangle.

The big sorrel could not be gotten into Surprise Valley.

He would have to be left here.
Venters determined at once to lead the other horses out through the thicket and turn them loose.