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"Which way for ho her skirt

Moya looked around before she answered "I don't know Must be over that way, don't you think?"

Joyce answered with a laugh, using a bit of A she had heard the day before "Search me! Wouldn't it be jolly if ere lost?"

"How dark the sky is getting I believe a flake of snow fell on my hand"

"Yes There's one on my face The road ht These hills are like peas in a pod I can't tell one from another"

They rode around the base of the hill into a little valley forn of the road appeared

"We're lost, Moya, They'll have to send out search parties for us We'll get in the dreadful Sunday papers again," Joyce laughed

An anxious little frown showed on Moya's forehead She was not frightened, but she was beginning to get worried A rising wind and a falling teood oes common to the Rockies had co fast Banked clouds were driving the wintry sunshine toward the horizon It would soon be night, and if the signs were true a bitter one of stor cold We must find the road and hurry home," Joyce said

"Yes" Moya's voice was cheerful, but her heart had sunk An icy hand seehtened She had heard the dreadful things that happened during Rocky Mountain blizzards They must find the road Theyfor it, conscious all the ti direction For this unfeatured roll of hills offered no guide, no land country

Moya covered her anxiety with laughter and small jokes, but there came a time when these did not avail, when Joyce faced the truth too--that they were lost in the desert, two helpless girls, with night upon the up Somewhere, notelectric-lighted roo froone into the night to look for theues away, since they did not know the way ho deep eyes of Joyce shone with fear Never before in her sheltered life had she been brought close to Nature in one of her terrible moods