But the afternoon, when nothing changed, when all was serene, when time seemed to halt, that was her choice, and her solace.
One afternoon she had camp all to herself.

Bo was riding.

Dale had climbed the mountain to see if he could find any trace of tracks or see any smoke from camp-fire.

Bud was nowhere to be seen, nor any of the other pets.

Tom had gone off to some sunny ledge where he could bask in the sun, after the habit of the wilder brothers of his species.