"I 'd know you, partner, if we met again," he said under his breath.
At last he fell into a longer sleep than he had yet experienced, and when he woke at last the sun was shining in a clear sky of pure and dazzling blue.
The snow was gone.
So was the Rocky Mountain ram. Stiff with cold, the man stood up and shook himself, and gazed about him. All around, the sharp peaks rose white and dazzling in the early sun. The last embers of the big wood-fire burned in the gray ashes.
When Dick made his laborious way home to the little shanty, one of his first acts was to open the box where he kept his few treasures, and to get out the yellow-leaved old Bible his mother had given him when he had left her years before.
There was a verse he wanted to find, and he turned the pages over, looking for it. At last a pencilled line caught his eye—ah! yes—here it was.
