You're going to have mighty little trouble about raising the money when people see those specimens." He broke off for a moment and glanced back toward the willows.
"In a way," he added, "it's rough on Grenfell." "Ah," said Weston, quietly, "neither you nor I can be sure of that." After that there was silence, and it seemed to both of them that the shadows crept in closer about their flickering fire, and that the little wind which sighed among the pine-tops had grown colder.

The camp seemed strangely empty, and, glancing around from force of habit once or twice, they realized with a little start that there was now no third figure sitting beside the blaze.

The man who had made that weary march with them had taken the unmarked trail.
It was two days later when they started south.

Reaching a little desolate settlement in due time, without misadventure, they limped into it, ragged and dusty, leading the pack-horse, which was very lame.

They stopped outside a little wooden store which had a kind of rude veranda in front of it, where the loungers sat on hot afternoons, and a man in a white shirt and store trousers came out and leaned on the railing.