Everything was complete--lavishly so--for two men who loved comfort.

Even their sweaters were there; and Casey knew they must have discovered that the nights can be cool even though the days are hot, in that altitude.

And there were two canteens of the size usually carried by hikers.
Casey was so worried that he could not properly enjoy his supper of pate de foi gras and crackers, with pork and beans, plum pudding--eaten as cake--and spiced figs and coffee.

That night he turned over on his spring-cot bed as often as if he had been lying on nettles, and when he did sleep he dreamed horribly.
Next morning he set out with William and an emergency camp outfit to trace if he could the missing men.

The great outdoors of Nevada is not kind to such as these, and Casey had too lately suffered to think with easy-going optimism that they would manage somehow.