Her left ankle seemed broken. The stirrup was heavy, and as soon as she

was tired she could no longer keep its weight from drawing her foot in.

The inside of her right knee was as sore as a boil. Besides, she had

other pains, just as severe, and she stood momentarily in mortal dread

of that terrible stitch in her side. If it returned she knew she would

fall off. But, fortunately, just when she was growing weak and dizzy,

the horses ahead slowed to a walk on a descent. The road wound down into

a wide deep canyon. Carley had a respite from her severest pains. Never

before had she known what it meant to be so grateful for relief from

anything.

The afternoon grew far advanced and the sunset was hazily shrouded in

gray. Hutter did not like the looks of those clouds. "Reckon we're in

for weather," he said. Carley did not care what happened. Weather or

anything else that might make it possible to get off her horse! Glenn

rode beside her, inquiring solicitously as to her pleasure. "Ride of

my life!" she lied heroically. And it helped some to see that she both

fooled and pleased him.

Beyond the canyon the cedared desert heaved higher and changed its

aspect. The trees grew larger, bushier, greener, and closer together,

with patches of bleached grass between, and russet-lichened rocks

everywhere. Small cactus plants bristled sparsely in open places;

and here and there bright red flowers--Indian paintbrush, Flo called

them--added a touch of color to the gray. Glenn pointed to where dark

banks of cloud had massed around the mountain peaks. The scene to the

west was somber and compelling.

At last the men and the pack-horses ahead came to a halt in a level

green forestland with no high trees. Far ahead a chain of soft gray

round hills led up to the dark heaved mass of mountains. Carley saw the

gleam of water through the trees. Probably her mustang saw or scented

it, because he started to trot. Carley had reached a limit of strength,

endurance, and patience. She hauled him up short. When Spillbeans

evinced a stubborn intention to go on Carley gave him a kick. Then it

happened.

She felt the reins jerked out of her hands and the saddle propel her

upward. When she descended it was to meet that before-experienced jolt.

"Look!" cried Flo. "That bronc is going to pitch."

"Hold on, Carley!" yelled Glenn.

Desperately Carley essayed to do just that. But Spillbeans jolted her

out of the saddle. She came down on his rump and began to slide back and

down. Frightened and furious, Carley tried to hang to the saddle with

her hands and to squeeze the mustang with her knees. But another jolt

broke her hold, and then, helpless and bewildered, with her heart in

her throat and a terrible sensation of weakness, she slid back at each

upheave of the muscular rump until she slid off and to the ground in a

heap. Whereupon Spillbeans trotted off toward the water.




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