Not a very large one, but large enough to be seen for a long distance where the vision was not blocked by intervening hills.

Then he sat down beside it and waited and listened and tended the fire.

It was all that he could do for the present, and it seemed pitifully little.

If she saw the fire, he believed that she would come; if she did not see it, there was no hope of his finding her in the dark.

Had there been fuel on the high peak, he might have gone up there to start his fire; but that was out of the question, since the peak was barren.
Heavy-eyed, tired in every fibre of his being, Andy dragged up a dead buck-bush and laid the butt of it across his blaze.