There occurred to her mind the wild, rough nature of the camp, the drunkenness of the night before; the wide contrast between that other scene of debauchery and this solitude of silence leaving her almost unnerved.

She endeavoured to recall her surroundings, how the land lay here at the rear of the hotel.

She could see only a few shapeless outlines of scattered buildings, not enough to determine what they were like.

She had passed along that way toward the bridge that afternoon, yet now she could remember little, except piles of discarded tin cans, a few scattered tents, and a cattle corral on the summit of the ridge.
Still it was not far to the tree, and surely there could be no danger at this hour.

If there had been Westcott would never have asked her to come.