Just about dark he ran across a trail that Stevens said was a good one to take into the wild country.
"Reckon we'd better keep right on in the dark--till I drop," concluded Stevens, with a laugh.
All that night Duane, gloomy and thoughtful, attentive to the wounded outlaw, walked the trail and never halted till daybreak.

He was tired then and very hungry.

Stevens seemed in bad shape, although he was still spirited and cheerful.

Duane made camp.

The outlaw refused food, but asked for both whisky and water.