he had almost reached the foot of the long slope down which he was speeding.  Then a great weakness came upon him, and his body trembled.  Then he knew that he was very hungry and a long way from Big Draw.  What should he do?  How could he drag his tired body any farther through the night, with no trail to guide him?  In fact, he did not know where he was.  Then the terrible truth flashed upon his mind that he was lost.  This brought him to his senses, and his terror vanished.  In its stead, a burning rage swept upon him, filled his heart, and made him once more a brute thirsting for revenge.  Before his distorted vision rose the mocking face of Jim Weston, and a deep growling curse spued from his lips.  Then he saw Glen standing with Reynolds by the side of the street, and turning swiftly around he faced the Golden Crest, and lifting his dirty bleeding right hand, he shook his clenched fist, and hurled forth a stream of terrible imprecations.  But every word sent forth came back with a startling clearness from the mysterious depths of the brooding forest.  Nature could not contain such language within her unsullied bosom, but returned it immediately to the vile source from whence it came.

When Curly’s rage had somewhat spent itself, he began to meditate upon swift and dire revenge.  But first of all he needed food, and assistance from someone as base as himself.  Big Draw could supply him with the former, but he had no idea where he could find the latter.  He thought of Slim Fales, his recent companion.  Him, however, he soon dismissed from his mind as unsuitable.  Slim had not suffered as he had, and would not enter heartily into any proposal he might make.  And, besides, Slim had fled and left him to his fate.  No, he must find someone as desperate as himself upon whom he could thoroughly depend.

This feeling of revenge gave Curly new strength.  He must reach Big Draw, obtain food, and make whatever plans would be necessary.  Once more he headed for the valley, lying dark and sullen below.  By following this, he expected to reach the big creek on which the mining camp was situated.

Arriving ere long at the bottom of the hill, he moved as fast as possible down the creek.  There was no trail to guide him, and it was with much difficulty that he made his way through the forest, which was here thick and scrubby.  So painful did this at last become, that he was forced to follow the little brook which flowed down the valley.  This, too, was rough, and at times he was compelled to walk in the water.  But there were no trees to bother him, so he accordingly made better progress.

He had thus gone some distance when, rounding a bend in the creek, he was surprised to see directly before him the light of a camp fire.  Hope at first leaped into his heart.  Then he became cautious, for he could not tell whether it was the stopping place of friend or foe.  Carefully now he advanced, and when near enough to recognize the face of a man sitting before the blaze, he emitted a whoop, and rushed forward.