"If I could only see something, hear something." He threw off the blankets, and, rising, climbed to the summit of the nearest hill and looked back in the direction in which he and Cribbens had travelled a fortnight before.

For half an hour he waited, watching and listening in vain.

But as he returned to camp, and prepared to roll his blankets about him, the strange impulse rose in him again abruptly, never so strong, never so insistent.

It seemed as though he were bitted and ridden; as if some unseen hand were turning him toward the east; some unseen heel spurring him to precipitate and instant flight.
Flight from what?
"No," he muttered under his breath.

"Go now and leave the claim, and leave a fortune! What a fool I'd be, when I can't see anything or hear anything.