"They'll want to hear about your adventure.

It's getting pretty late, too." "Oh, I'm a regular night owl," Hervey said.

"You take Asbestos back to camp and hang him up in a tree and I'll blow in later.

I'm going on the war path for tracks.

So long." Before Tom had recovered from his surprise, Hervey was picking his way along the rocky ledge at the base of the mountain, apparently oblivious to all that had happened, and intent upon a rambling quest for tracks.
It was quite characteristic of him that he based his search upon no hint or well considered plan, but went looking for the tracks of a wild animal as one will hunt for shells, along the beach.
And there stood Tom, holding the memorial of Hervey's heroism in his hand.