"Yes, I think I did," she answered.
"That's fine! Now is any one staying down at the camp in case she wanders in there?"
"Gustav's there."
"All right! Good old Gustav. It seems to me your idea about the Indian trail is a good one. How did you come clear up here, when you were headed into the range."
"My 'bug' went out and I'd lost my matches, so I wandered off the trail, I guess, till I saw your light."
"My heavens, Charley. But it was a horrible risk you ran! You might have—"
"Don't scold," said Charley drearily. "What does it matter?"
"I won't scold," replied Roger with a gentle note in his voice that no one but Felicia had ever heard. "Now, I tell you what we'll do. We'll just rest here until the moon comes up. Then we'll try the Indian trail. Let's spread this blanket so you can lie down."
"I don't want to lie down. I just want to sit here by you. She loved you so."
"All right, Charley. I'll smoke and we'll buck each other up. How's Dick?"