“Can you hike home with your ankle like that?” Grove Bronson asked Roy.
“Sure, we can take our time. If we get home by evening it’s all right.”
“It’s going to be moonlight here to-night–full moon,” Westy said.
“Let’s get the cooking things packed first,” Connie Bennett said. “Then we’ll clear up.”
“We might stay for one more camp-fire,” Hunt Ward suggested, half-heartedly.
“It wouldn’t seem the same,” Artie said.
They had all realized that. Dorry Benton laid aside the several tools that he had gathered up and looked about as if wondering what to do next.
“He saved your life,” Will Dawson said to Roy.
“Do you think I don’t know that?” Roy replied, a little catch in his voice.
“Maybe if you–sort of–you know, if you save a life, maybe it makes up for taking one–” El Sawyer said. But it was plain that he did not quite believe that.