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When Fisher wakened her to dress in time for the early breakfast Moya felt very reluctant to join the others She would have to laugh and talk and make merry, and all the time she would be miserably unhappy It would be i A sheer physical lassitude weighted her limbs In the end she went back to bed and sent for India

"I' off?" she asked with a wan s deep-pupiled eyes ringed eariness "I don't believe you've slept a wink, Moya Of course you needn't go Shall I stay with you? I don't really care about going I'm about fed up with Dobyans Verinder"

But Moya would not hear of this She protested so reater kindness to leave her alone

"Youthe s and shaking up the pillows

"Yes, I will I'ht, you know"

Left to herself, Moya tried to sleep It was no use She ide awake, beyond hope of another nap No sooner had the voices of the riders died in the distance than she was dressing feverishly She told herself that she would go outdoors somewhere with a book and rest Otherwise Lady Farquhar would be asking questions

Fisher brought her some fruit, a cup of coffee, and a roll Moya drank the coffee and ate the fruit, after which she went out into the crisp Colorado sunlight By her watch it was now 9:50

Shewhich way to go Her thoughts, her eyes, and at last her footsteps turned toward the grove where yesterday Jack Kil honest with herself to keep up the farce Stopping on the trail, she brought herself to tiht You said you wouldn't, but you are going That's why you got out of that ride No use fibbing to yourself You've noaround a candle flame"

So she put it to herself, frankly and contemptuously But no matter how she scorned herself for it there was not in her the strength to turn her back on her te her ownin her to hear this man's justification was more potent than pride Slowly her reluctant steps rove