With some difficulty he could make out the shape of a horse standing well back in the brush, and again he grinned.
"That's why he took that side," he said.

"There's no place on this side where he could hide his horse.

It's plumb simple." From where he kneeled began another slope that descended to the Lazy Y valley.

It dipped gently down into the wood in front of the house, where he had hitched his horse on the night of his home-coming, and between the trees he could see a light flickering.

The light came from the kitchen window of the ranch-house; Betty had left it burning for him, expecting him to return shortly after dusk.