Strange, indeed, if one had, for they are more than a hundred miles from any civilised settlement, in the very heart and centre of a desert.
What they see now is a man of colossal form and gigantic stature, with bearded face and formidable aspect, rendered somewhat grotesque by a deer's carcase carried over his shoulders, the shanks of the animal rising crossways over his crown.
They are not dismayed by the uncouth apparition.

She who has brought Hamersley to the house guesses it to be the comrade of whom he spoke-- describing him as "true and faithful." And, without reflecting further, she glides out, grasps the great hunter by the hand, and conducts him to the bedside of his unconscious companion.
Looking at her as she leads him, Walt Wilder mutters to himself,-- "Saved by a _angel_! I knowed it would turn out a _woman_, and this is one for sartin.".