The Call of the Canyon

"Oh, no-I--I swear there's not," whispered Carley.

"You, too," he replied, thickly. Then slowly he turned that worn dark

face to the wall. His frail breast heaved. And his lean hand made her a

slight gesture of dismissal, significant and imperious.

Carley fled. She could scarcely see to find the car. All her internal

being seemed convulsed, and a deadly faintness made her sick and cold.