He faced Aldous.

His breath came in quick jerks.
"By Heaven, I do remember!" he cried.

"There's a mountain in the Saw Tooth Range, twelve miles from Tete Jaune--a mountain with the prettiest basin you ever saw at the foot of it, with a lake no bigger than this camp, and an old cabin which Yellowhead himself must have built fifty years ago.
There's a blind canyon runs out of it, short an' dark, on the right.

We found a grave there.

I don't remember the first name on the slab.