Then Slone carried his saddle to a shady spot afforded by a slab of rock and a dwarf cedar, and here he composed himself to rest and watch and think and wait.
Wildfire was plainly in sight no more than two miles away.

Gradually he was grazing along toward the monuments and the far end of the great basin.

Slone believed, because the place was so large, that Wildfire thought there was a way out on the other side or over the slopes or through the walls.

Never before had the far-sighted stallion made a mistake.

Slone suddenly felt the keen, stabbing fear of an outlet somewhere.