He sat up painfully, the fight to live not yet burned out of him, and gazed dully at the forbidding hills that closed around him like great, naked rock demons watching to see him die for want of the things they withheld.

Where he remembered the light to have been when last he saw it was bleak, bare rock.

It was a devil's light and there was nothing friendly or human about it.
He looked down into the canyon which William had refused to enter.

A faint interest revived within him because of a patch of green.

Trees,--but they might easily be junipers which will grow in dry canyons as readily, it would seem, as in any other.