The letter to Senor Nobody had given explicit enough direction.

Clear of all buildings, he drew rein and took bearings.

Here was the stream, the stump of a burned mill, the mountain-going road, narrower and rougher than the way of main travel.

He followed this road; the horses fell into a plodding deliberateness of pace.

The sunshine streamed warm around, but there was little human life here to feel its rays.