Guess I'll leave you now,remarked the young man,when the fire had died away.
Yes,better turn in,for you're most uncommon dull you know,Mizzoo replied frankly.'Twould be just about as much company for me if you'd hike out and leave me your picture to carry along.
Instead of taking the direction toward the river,the young man set out at a gallop for the distant mountain range which,in the gloom,seemed not far away.After an hour's hard riding,he reached it.His impatience bad made that hour seem almost interminable,yet it had not been long enough to furnish him with any clear reason for having come.If,as Mizzoo had declared,he needed sleep,he would surely not think of finding it near the cove from which his companions had been warned under penalty of death.If drawn by longing for another glimpse of the girl of the cove he could not expect to see her an hour or two after midnight.Yet here he was,attracted,and still urged on,by impulses he did not attempt to resist.