And from the sign talk he made whilst he was talkin', I'd guess it's nearer twenty than fifteen.

There's that two-peak butte--looks like that would be about right for distance.

And it's dead in line--them old bucks don't waggle their hands permiskus when they talk.

Old Jim woulda laid on his hands if he'd knovved what they was tellin' me; but even an ornery old devil like him gits careless when they git old.

Casey hits straight fer Two Peak." That's the way he got his bearings; just remembering the unguarded motion of Injun Jim's grimy hand and adding thereto his superficial knowledge of the country and his own estimate of what an old fellow like Jim could call a long journey.