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Vague sense of movement, of darkness, and of cold attended Carley's

consciousness for what seemed endless time

A fall over rocks and a severe thrust froht an

acute appreciation of her position, if not of her ht

had fallen The stars were out She had stue

Evidently she had wandered around, dazedly and aileah the cedars

she would have been lost It did not matter She was lost, anyhow What

was it that had happened?

Charley, the sheep herder! Then the thunderbolt of his words burst upon

her, and she collapsed to the cold stones She lay quivering froers into the moss and lichen "Oh, God, to

think--after all--it happened!" she

within her breast, as of physical violence, frouish There were a thousand stinging nerves There was aloss She could not

endure it She could not live under it

She lay there until energy supplanted shock Then she rose to rush into

the darkest shadows of the cedars, to grope here and there, hanging her