When he awakened the fire was low and he was numb with cold. He
took care to put on logs enough to last until morning; then he lay
down once more, but did not sleep. The dawn came with a gray shade
in the forest; it was a cloud, and it rolled over him soft,
tangible, moist, and cool, and passed away under the pines. With
its vanishing the dawn lightened. "Mescal, if we're on the spur of
Coconina, it's only ten miles or so to Silver Cup," said Hare, as
he saddled Silvermane. "Mount now and we'll go up out of the hollow
and get our bearings."
While ascending the last step to the rim Hare revolved in his
mind the probabilities of marking a straight course to Silver
Cup.
"Oh! Jack!" exclaimed Mescal, suddenly. "Vermillion Cliffs and
home!"
"I've travelled in a circle!" replied Ha
