But at last the dawn contended with the night, and in the east a faint

pink flush crept up. Down in the valley a mist like a white feather rose

gently into a white cloud, and obscured everything. She wished she might

carry the wall of white with her to shield her. She had longed for the

dawn; and now, as it came with sudden light and clear revealing of the

things about her, it was almost worse than night, so dreadful were the

dangers when clearly seen, so dangerous the chasms, so angry the mountain

torrents.

With the dawn came the new terror of being followed. The man would have no

fear to come to her in the morning, for murdered men were not supposed to

haunt their homes after the sun was up, and murderers were always

courageous in the day. He might the sooner come, and find her gone, and

perhaps follow; for she felt that he was not one easily to give up an

object he coveted, and she had seen in his evil face that which made her

fear unspeakably.

As the day grew clearer, she began to study the surroundings. All seemed

utter desolation. There was no sign that any one had ever passed that way

before; and yet, just as she had thought that, the horse stopped and

snorted, and there in the rocks before them lay a man's hat riddled with

shot. Peering fearfully around, the girl saw a sight which made her turn

icy cold and begin to tremble; for there, below them, as if he had fallen

from his horse and rolled down the incline, lay a man on his face.

For the instant fear held her riveted, with the horse, one figure like a

statue, girl and beast; the next, sudden panic took hold upon her. Whether

the man were dead or not, she must make haste. It might be he would come

to himself and pursue her, though there was that in the rigid attitude of

the figure down below that made her sure he had been dead some time. But

how had he died? Scarcely by his own hand. Who had killed him? Were there

fiends lurking in the fastnesses of the mountain growth above her?

With guarded motion she urged her horse forward, and for miles beyond the

horse scrambled breathlessly, the girl holding on with shut eyes, not

daring to look ahead for fear of seeing more terrible sights, not daring

to look behind for fear of--what she did not know.

At last the way sloped downward, and they reached more level ground, with

wide stretches of open plain, dotted here and there with sage-brush and

greasewood.




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