You mark where that fire is.

An' t'-morra, if yuh like, I'll take yuh over there.

If you c'n find a track er embers on that slope--Gawsh!" We both stood staring; while he talked, the light had blinked out like snapping an electric switch.

And that was strange because camp fires take a little time in the dying.

I stepped inside the tent, fumbled for the field glasses and came out, adjusting the night focus.