To-morrow he would make a long-planned trip to the city.

He dared not wait another day.

To-morrow?
No, that was Sunday.

He would spend one full happy day in that ravine seeking to recatch the emotions that had thrilled his boy's heart on that great night five years ago, and having thus filled his heart, he would take his departure without seeing her again.
It was the custom of the people of the ranch to spend Sunday afternoon at the Mission.

So without a word even to French, calling his dogs, Captain and Queen, Kalman rode down the trail that led past the lake and toward the Night Hawk ravine.