The only outlet was a steep trail over the summit of a hill that faced the cabin, now illuminated by the rising moon.

The suffering woman might have seen it from the rude bunk whereon she lay,--seen it winding like a silver thread until it was lost in the stars above.
A fire of withered pine boughs added sociability to the gathering.

By degrees the natural levity of Roaring Camp returned.

Bets were freely offered and taken regarding the result.

Three to five that "Sal would get through with it;" even that the child would survive; side bets as to the sex and complexion of the coming stranger.