Before he realized it he was asleep in the saddle, and his horse was carrying him into a gulch that had no outlet--there were so many such!--but came up against a hill and stopped there.

The shadows deepened, and the sky above was red and gold.
Andy woke with a jerk, his horse having stopped because he could go no farther.

But it was not that which woke him.

He listened.

He would have sworn that he had heard the shrill, anxious whinney of a horse not far away.