We must have done so." Weston's face showed drawn and grim in the creeping light.
"If you went over all the range by daylight you would never find that valley again.

It will have vanished altogether, like the lake." "But I camped beside the lake." "Well," said Weston, "we floundered through the valley, and we have come back to where we started.

That's a sure thing.

What do you make of it ?" Grenfell admitted that it was beyond him.
"It doesn't count for much in any case.

We can't make the cache now--and I'm going to sleep," he said.
Weston let his pack drop, and, unrolling their blankets, they stretched themselves out beneath a great black pine.