This time he was sure that the sound came from his feet and he lowered the candle until the light of it glistened on something yellow an arm's distance away.

It was his watch, and close beside it lay his leather wallet.

What money he had carried in the pocketbook was untouched, but his personal cards and half a dozen papers that it had contained were gone.
He looked at the time.

The hour hand pointed to four.

Was it possible that he had been unconscious for more than six hours?
He had left Jean on the mountain top soon after nightfall--it was not later than nine o'clock when he had seen Meleese.