"They're bound to have a fire or show a light when it's dark," he reasoned, and, satisfied with that reflection, lay down again.

Presently he began to amuse himself by tossing some silver coins in the air.

Then his attention was directed to a spur of the Coast Range which had been sharply silhouetted against the cloudless western sky.

Something intensely white, something so small that it was scarcely larger than the silver coin in his hand, was appearing in a slight cleft of the range.
While he looked it gradually filled and obliterated the cleft.

In another moment the whole serrated line of mountain had disappeared.