"It is nearly morning," she interrupted.
"Yes," he smiled; "things are only beginnin'." "You are impudent--and imprudent," she said, looking straight at him.
"An' hopeful," he answered, meeting her eyes.
Fifteen minutes later, stretched out on his bed, Sanderson saw the dawn breaking in the east.

It reminded him of the morning he had seen the two riders above him on the edge of the arroyo.

As on that other morning, he lay and watched the coming of the dawn.

And when later he heard Mary moving about in the kitchen he got up, not having slept a wink, and went out to her.
"Did you sleep well ?" she asked.
"How could I," he asked, "with a new day dawnin' for me ?".