There had been a miracle in Two-Forks Valley.
The two men were astir long before dawn.

Wid Gardner first kicked off his blankets.

"I'll find me a horse," said he.

"You git breakfast, Sim, if you can." He went into the darkness of the starlit morning.
Sim Gage, his wounded leg stiff and painful enough, crawled out of his bunk--the same where She but now had slept--and made some sort of a light by means of matches and a stub of candle; found a stick and made some shavings; made shift to start a fire.

With a hatchet he found on the floor he hacked off more of the charred woodwork of his own door-frame, seeing that it must be ruined altogether.