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Brandt rode at a sharp canter as long as he was in sight, and then
approached the stream slowly and warily. When satisfied that he
was unobserved, he again passed up its shallow bed around the
concealing rock, and sought his hiding-place on the mountain-side.
Aware that the coming nights might require ceaseless activity, his
first measure was to secure a few hours of sound sleep; and he had
so trained himself that he could, as it were, store up rest
against long and trying emergencies. The rocks sheltered him
against the wind, and a fire gave all the comfort his hardy frame
required, as he reposed on his couch of pine-needles. Early in the
afternoon he fed his horse, took a hearty meal himself, and
concealed the remaining store so that no wild creatures could get
at it. At early twilight he returned by way of the stream and hid
his horse well back in the woods near the mine. To this he now
went boldly, and inquired for Tim Atkins, Bute's assumed name. He
was directed to the shanty with which he had already made himself
so familiar.


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