For the present, I want you to sketch out a map that will take me to the grave.

Will you ?" On the table were pencil and paper.

Keller seated himself and drew them toward him.
"I'm damned if I can see what that grave can have to do with Quade," he said; "but I'll tell you how to find it!" For several minutes they bent low over the table, Peter Keller describing the trail to the Saw Tooth Mountain as he sketched it, step by step, on a sheet of office paper.

When it was done, Aldous folded it carefully and placed it in his wallet.
"I can't go wrong, and--thank you, Keller!" After Aldous had gone, Peter Keller sat for some time in deep thought.
"Now I wonder what the devil there can be about a grave to make him so happy," he grumbled, listening to the whistle that was growing fainter down the trail.
And Aldous, alone, with the moon straight above him as he went back to the Miette Plain, felt, in truth, this night had become brighter for him than any day he had ever known.

For he knew that Peter Keller was not a man to make a statement of which he was not sure.