noon
Brandt had stuffed his saddlebags with food , and had tied behind a sack , with a feed or two of oats for his horse . Fraser had ridden the range too many years to risk lighting a fire , even though he had put thirty-five miles between him and Gimlet Butte . The night was chill , as it always is in that altitude , but he rolled up in his blanket , got what sleep he could , and was off again by daybreak . Before noon he was high in the mountain passes , from which he could sometimes look down into the green parks where nested the little ranches of small cattlemen . He knew now that he was beyond the danger of the first hurried pursuit , and that it was more than likely that any of these mountaineers would hide him rather than give him up . Nevertheless , he had no immediate intention of putting them to the test . The second night came down on him far up on Dutchman Creek , in the Cedar Mountain district .