XI 



RINGO, savage, but still 

 discreet, scaled the long 

 mountain-side when he 

 left the ruined camp, and 

 afar on the southern 

 slope he sought a quiet bed in a 

 manzanita thicket, there to lie down 

 and nurse his wounds and ease his 

 head so sorely aching with the jar of 

 his shattered tooth. There he lay for 

 a day and a night, sometimes in great 

 pain, and at no time inclined to stir. 

 But, driven forth by hunger on the 



