A lone eagle in the sky or a mariner adrift on a deserted sea could not have seemed more isolated than Lawler and Red King.

In this limitless expanse of waste land horse and rider were dwarfed to the proportion of atoms.

The yawning, aching, stretching miles of level seemed to have no end.
Several miles into the north Lawler saw the herd.

Directly westward, at a distance of about a mile, he saw the line cabin.

No smoke was issuing from the chimney; and so far as he could discern, there were no men with the cattle.
Harris and Davies had overstayed.