Then he took off his battered hat and looked up at Devine with it in his hand.

The latter nodded.
"Yes," he said, "he has pulled out once for all.

Started two or three hours ago on a trail we can't pick up yet." They drew back a little and sat down heavily on a ledge of stone, for the sight of the huddled figure in the tattered duck troubled them.

It was a minute or two before either of them spoke.
"Heart trouble of some kind," said the surveyor.

"If not, it isn't going to matter." He looked around at his companion with a little wave of his hand which seemed to deprecate the mention of the subject.
"He can't tell us now where that lode is." Weston said nothing for a minute.