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Tied along with slow sideand Whitie stood waiting for hie, he walked guardedly, careful not to stue-branches

If he were burdened he did not feel it From time to time, when he passed out of the black lines of shade into the wan starlight, he glanced at the white face of the girl lying in his arms She had not awakened from her sleep or stupor He did not rest until he cleared the black gate of the canyon Then he leaned against a stone breast-high to hiirl from his hold His brow and hair and the palms of his hands et, and there was a kind of nervous contraction of histense He had a desire to hurry and no sense of fatigue A wind blew the scent of sage in his face

The first early blackness of night passed with the brightening of the stars So the dead silence Venters's faculties seeain and pressed on The valley better traveling than the canyon It was lighter, freer of sage, and there were no rocks Soon, out of the pale gloo, and that was the loell of slope Venters s walked beside hi his sight to avoid the pockets and holes Foot by foot he went up The weird cedars, like great de in silent anguish, loo naked arms Venters crossed this belt of cedars, skirted the upper border, and recognized the tree he hadscarf

Here he knelt and deposited the girl gently, feet first and slowly laid her out full length What he feared was to reopen one of her wounds If he gave her a violent jar, or slipped and fell!

But the supreht admitted no such blunders

The slope before him seemed to swell into obscurity to lose its definite outline in awall He scanned the rim where the serrated points speared the sky, and he found the zigzag crack It was diuished it, and that served