There was not a cloud, not a trace of mist, and through the crisp, thin air the vision carried as if through a telescope.

They could count the trees on the upper ridges; and that while the floor of the valley was still in shadow.

This in turn grew brilliant, and everywhere the sage brush glittered like foliage carved in gray-green quartz.
It was then that they saw Dan Barry, while the dawn was still around them, and before the sun pushed up in the east above the mountains.

He came winding down the bridle path with the dawn glittering on the side of Satan, and a dark, swift form spiriting on ahead.
"Look at him!" muttered Sliver Waldron.

"The damned wolf is a scout.
See him nose around that hummock?
Watch him smell behind that bush.