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At sunset hour the forest was still, lonely, sith tang of fir and spruce, blazing in gold and red and green; and the reat trees see, to have becohest of the White Mountains, stood up round and bare, ri sun Then, as the fire dropped behind the doht, passed down the black spear-pointed slopes over all that mountain world

It was a wild, richly tirassy parks, ten thousand feet above sea-level, isolated on all sides by the southern Arizona desert--the virgin home of elk and deer, of bear and lion, of wolf and fox, and the birthplace as well as the hiding-place of the fierce Apache

Septeht breeze following shortly after sundoilight appeared to couishable before in the stillness

Milt Dale, e, to listen and to watch Beneath hirassy, fro water Itscoyote Fro of grouse settling for the night; and from across the valley drifted the last low calls of wild turkeys going to roost

To Dale's keen ear these sounds were all they should have been, betokening an unchanged serenity of forestland He was glad, for he had expected to hear the clipclop of white men's horses--which to hear up in those fastnesses was hateful to him He and the Indian were friends That fierce foe had no enmity toward the lone hunter But there hid so of bad men, sheep-thieves, whom Dale did not want toof the afterglow of sunset flooded down frohts and shadows, yellow and blue, like the radiance of the sky The pools in the curves of the brook shone darkly bright Dale's gaze swept up and down the valley, and then tried to pierce the black shadows across the brook where the wall of spruce stood up, its speared and spiked crest against the pale clouds The wind began toof rain in the air Dale, striking a trail, turned his back to the fading afterglow and strode down the valley