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The cabin appeared to be enveloped in a soft, swishing, hollow sound

It seeped and rustled Then the sound lulled, only to rise again

Carley went to the door, relieved and glad to see that the duststorh pall of yellow hadthe road, but no longer in

one continuous cloud In the west, lon the sun was sinking, a dull

et the jolt all right," soliloquized Carley, wearily, as

she walked to a rude couch of poles and sat down upon it She had begun

to cool off And there, feeling dirty and tired, and sloearing to

the old depression, she composed herself to wait

Suddenly she heard the clip-clop of hoofs "There! that's Glenn," she

cried, gladly, and rising, she ran to the door

She saw a big bay horse bearing a burly rider He discovered her at the

same instant, and pulled his horse

"Ho! Ho! if it ain't Pretty Eyes!" he called out, in gay, coarse voice

Carley recognized the voice, and then the epithet, before her sight