Ned sought shelter, warmth and a place in which to sleep, and to secure these three he felt that he must seek timber.  The scouts whom he had seen were probably the only Mexicans north of the Rio Grande, and, as he believed, there was not one chance in a thousand of meeting such enemies again.  If he should be so lucky as to find shelter he would sleep there without fear.

He rode almost due north for more than two hours, seeing patches of chaparral on both right and left.  But, grown fastidious now and not thinking them sufficient for his purpose, he continued his northern course.  Old Jack’s feet made a deep sighing sound as they sank in the snow, and now there was water everywhere as that soft but conquering south wind blew steadily over the plain.

When he saw a growth of timber rising high and dark upon a swell he believed that he had found his place, and he urged his horse to renewed speed.  The trees proved to be pecans, aspens and oaks growing so densely that he was compelled to dismount and lead Old Jack before they could force an entrance.  Inside he found a clear space, somewhat like the openings of the north, in shape an irregular circle, but not more than fifteen feet across.  Great spreading boughs of oaks had protected it so well that but little snow had fallen there, and that little had melted.  Already the ground in the circle was drying.

Ned uttered an exclamation of relief and gratitude.  This would be his camp, and to one used to living in the wilderness it furnished good shelter.  At one edge of the opening was an outcropping of flat rock now quite dry, and there he would spread his bed.  He unsaddled and unbridled his horse, merely tethering him with a lariat, and spread the horse blanket upon the flat rock.  He would lie upon this and cover himself with his own blankets, using the saddle as a pillow.

But the security of the covert tempted the boy, who was now as hungry as a bear just come from winter quarters.  He felt weak and relaxed after his long hours in the snow and storm, and he resolved to have warm food and drink.

There was much fallen wood among the trees, and with his strong hunting knife he whittled off the bark and thin dry shavings until he had a fine heap.  Working long with flint and steel, he managed to set fire to the shavings, and then he fed the flames with larger pieces of wood until he had a great bed of glowing coals.  A cautious wilderness rover, learning always from his tried friends, Ned never rode the plains without his traveling equipment, and now he drew from his pack a small tin coffee pot and tiny cup of the same material.  Then with quick and skillful hands he made coffee over the coals and warmed strips of deer and buffalo meat.

He ate and drank hungrily, while the horse nibbled the grass that grew within the covert.  Glorious warmth came again and the worn feeling departed.  Life, youthful, fresh and abounding, swelled in every vein.