So far as he could determine the watcher had grown weary and withdrawn, though there could be no certainty that he was not in the neighborhood.
Jack Dudley, without leaving camp, was able to keep an eye on the movements of his friend.

He saw him make his way to a jutting rock, partly screened by a growth of cedar.

Concealing himself as well as he could, he raised the glass to his eyes and spent several minutes in studying the wild country spread below him.

He was looking in the direction of the break in the canyon, beyond which, as will be remembered, was the plateau where the ponies had been left to crop the grass while their masters were engaged elsewhere.
[Illustration: "He was looking in the direction of the break in the canyon."] Jack did not attempt to survey the same field, but kept his gaze upon Hazletine.

He could see that he directed his attention toward a particular point, as if he had either discovered something or expected to do so.