"We're on the trail." It was not astonishing that Weston had deduced as much already.
"Have you any idea where you separated ?" he inquired.
"No," said Grenfell, wrinkling his forehead as though thinking hard.
"I've often tried to remember.

As I told you, we started out from the lake with scarcely any provisions left, and we couldn't find a deer.

I was played out and half-dazed, but for a time we pushed on together.
Then one day I found myself in the thick timber alone.

Verneille must have kept the range, and I was in the valley.

I was very sick when I struck the prospector's camp, and when I came round I had only the haziest memory of the journey." "If we can find a spot where the valley dies out into the range, it will probably be where you left him," said Weston.