“I’m going on to-morrow, John,” he said.
“’Frisco?”
“Yes—and then——”
“You’ll come back here?”
“No, I’ll keep on into the west to my cabin——”
“It would be nearer this way. I planned to see you after ’Frisco.”
“I’ll come back,” Fallows’ thought repeated, “for the harvest.”
“And so you are going to make the big circle again?”
“Yes.”
“You haven’t finished this first one, until you reach Noyes and your desk in the Western States.”