Well, you can make camp--a little farther back--while I crawl along between the willows and the range.

I want to see what's back of them.

There's an idea in my mind." Weston, who did not ask him what it was, fell in with the suggestion, and, when his comrade floundered away through the willows, proceeded to pitch the camp and build a fire ready for lighting among a few straggling firs a little back from the water.

Then he went to sleep, and when the horse awakened him as it strove to pull out its picket to get another drink, he was a little astonished to see that the sun now hung low down above one range, and that Devine had not come back.

He lay still, however, in the blissful content that only the worn-out know when, for a few hours, they can cease from toil.