Going It Alone

Well, Jim. I made fun of you about the taking of an orange. What a ridiculous fuss, I thought, about an orange. And now I don't dare steal anything that big. How things change. An orange seemed so small before, and now it is so big!

Eating as he goes, Jack makes his way back to where he left the horse. The poor thing is hungry now. Jack moves it to where there is more grass. It's getting dark quickly, as it does in mountain country.
Another night in the open. Jack gathers leaves and moss, and covers himself as best he can.

In the morning he is stiff and cold, but he slept better than the night before. He leads the horse to water, and ties it in a new spot.

He is getting dirty. His hair and his clothes are starting to show neglect. He tries to wash, and runs his fingers through his hair repeatedly, trying to get it to behave. Something has to be done; this cannot go on!

Carefully he reviews the events of the last few days. He just has to find Jim. It is his only hope.

He decides to go to the exact spot where Jim told him about the light brown house with the black roof, and work his way back and forth in a widening arc from there out to the very edge of the built up area. That should get him there. He sets out, eating the last of his food on the way.