It was there in the white heart of the dying die campfire campfire ; it hung in the shadows that hovered hover over the flickering flicker light ; it drifted drift in the darkness beyond .

Then a sharp clink clink of metal on stone and soft pads pad of hoofs in sand prompted Cameron to reach reach for his gun , and to move move out of the light of the waning wane campfire campfire .

The campfire campfire burst into a bright blaze blaze , and by its light Cameron saw see a man whose gray hair somehow did not seem to make him old , and whose stooped shoulders did not detract from an impression of rugged strength .

Beside the meager mesquite campfire campfire this gray-faced , thoughtful old prospector would remove his black pipe from his mouth to talk a little ; and Cameron would listen , and sometimes unlock his lips to speak a word .