[The Gold Trail by Harold Bindloss]@TWC D-Link bookThe Gold Trail CHAPTER VIII 1/19
IN THE RANGES A month had passed when Weston stood one morning outside the tent he scarcely expected that he or his comrade would sleep in again.
It was pitched beside a diminutive strip of boggy natural prairie under the towering range, though the latter was then shrouded in sliding mist out of which the climbing firs raised here and there a ragged spire or somber branch.
The smoke of the cooking-fire hung in heavy blue wreaths about the tent, and a thick rain beat into the faces of the men. The few weeks they had spent in the wilderness had made a change in them.
Grenfell had clearer eyes and skin, and was steadier on his legs, for he had slaked his thirst with river-water for some time now. Weston was a little leaner, and his face was grimmer than it had been, for the whimsical carelessness had faded out of it.
Both of them were dressed largely in rags, and their stout boots were rent; and they were already very wet, though that was no great matter, as they were used to it.
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