Then the huge, notched bulge of red rim loomed over him, a mark by which he knew again the deep cove where his camp lay hidden.

As he penetrated the thicket, safe again for the present, his thoughts reverted to the girl he had left there.

The afternoon had far advanced.

How would he find her?
He ran into camp, frightening the dogs.
The girl lay with wide-open, dark eyes, and they dilated when he knelt beside her.

The flush of fever shone in her cheeks.