I wandered around, at last getting on higher ground and here in spite of the darkness, felt some sense of familiarity with things.

I was probably near Steele's hiding place.
I went on till rocks and brush barred further progress, and then I ventured to whistle.

But no answer came.

Whereupon I spread my blanket in as sheltered a place as I could find and lay down.

The coyotes were on noisy duty, the wind moaned and rushed through the mesquites.