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knees； he went over the little flat space； feeling for stones。 He removed a number； and； scraping the deep dust into a heap； he unfolded the outer blanket from around the girl and laid her upon this bed。 Then he went down the slope again for his boots； rifle； and the rabbit； and； bringing also his lasso with him； he made short work of that trip。
〃Areyouthere？〃 The girl's voice came low from the blackness。
〃Yes；〃 he replied； and was conscious that his laboring breast made speech difficult。
〃Are wein a cave？〃
〃Yes。〃
〃Oh； listen！。。。The waterfall！。。。I hear it！ You've brought me back！〃
Venters heard a murmuring moan that one moment swelled to a pitch almost softly shrill and the next lulled to a low； almost inaudible sigh。
〃That'swind blowingin thecliffs；〃 he panted。 〃You're far from Oldring'scanyon。〃
The effort it cost him to speak made him conscious of extreme lassitude following upon great exertion。 It seemed that when he lay down and drew his blanket over him the action was the last before utter prostration。 He stretched inert； wet； hot； his body one great strife of throbbing； stinging nerves and bursting veins。 And there he lay for a long while before he felt that he had begun to rest。
Rest came to him that night； but no sleep。 Sleep he did not want。 The hours of strained effort were now as if they had never been； and he wanted to think。 Earlier in the day he had dismissed an inexplicable feeling of change； but now； when there was no longer demand on his cunning and strength and he had time to think； he could not catch the illusive thing that had sadly perplexed as well as elevated his spirit。
Above him； through a V…shaped cleft in the dark rim of the cliff； shone the lustrous stars that had been his lonely accusers for a long； long year。 To…night they were different。 He studied them。 Larger； whiter； more radiant they seemed； but that was not the difference he meant。 Gradually it came to him that the distinction was not one he saw； but one he felt。 In this he divined as much of the baffling change as he thought would be revealed to him then。 And as he lay there； with the singing of the cliff…winds in his ears； the white stars above the dark； bold vent； the difference which he felt was that he was no longer alone。
CHAPTER IX。 SILVER SPRUCE AND ASPENS
The rest of that night seemed to Venters only a few moments of starlight； a dark overcasting of sky； an hour or so of gray gloom； and then the lighting of dawn。
When he had bestirred himself； feeding the hungry dogs and breaking his long fast； and had repacked his saddle…bags； it was clear daylight； though the sun had not tipped the yellow wall in the east。 He concluded to make the climb and descent into Surprise Valley in one trip。 To that end he tied his blanket upon Ring and gave Whitie the extra lasso and the rabbit to carry。 Then； with the rifle and saddle…bags slung upon his back； he took up the girl。 She did not awaken from heavy slumber。
That climb up under the rugged； menacing brows of the broken cliffs； in the face of a grim； leaning boulder that seemed to be weary of its age…long wavering； was a tax on strength and nerve that Venters felt equally with something sweet and strangely exulting in its accomplishment。 He did not pause until he gained the narrow divide and there he rested。 Balancing Rock loomed huge； cold in the gray light of dawn； a thing without life； yet it spoke silently to Venters： 〃I am waiting to plunge down； to shatter and crash； roar and boom； to bury your trail； and close forever the outlet to Deception Pass！〃
On the descent of the other side Venters had easy going； but was somewhat concerned because Whitie appeared to have succumbed to temptation； and while carrying the rabbit was also chewing on it。 And Ring evidently regarded this as an injury to himself； especially as he had carried the heavier load。 Presently he snapped at one end of the rabbit and refused to let go。 But his action prevented Whitie from further misdoing； and then the two dogs pattered down； carrying the rabbit between them。
Venters turned out of the gorge； and suddenly paused stock…still； astounded at the scene before him。 The curve of the great stone bridge had caught the sunrise； and through the magnificent arch burst a glorious stream of gold that shone with a long slant down into the center of Surprise Valley。 Only through the arch did any sunlight pass； so that all the rest of the valley lay still asleep； dark green； mysterious； shadowy； merging its level into walls as misty and soft as morning clouds。
Venters then descended； passing through the arch； looking up at its tremendous height and sweep。 It spanned the opening to Surprise Valley； stretching in almost perfect curve from rim to rim。 Even in his hurry and concern Venters could not but feel its majesty； and the thought came to him that the cliff…dwellers must have regarded it as an object of worship。
Down； down； down Venters strode； more and more feeling the weight of his burden as he descended； and still the valley lay below him。 As all other canyons and coves and valleys had deceived him； so had this deep； nestling oval。 At length he passed beyond the slope of weathered stone that spread fan…shape from the arch； and encountered a grassy terrace running to the right and about on a level with the tips of the oaks and cottonwoods below。 Scattered here and there upon this shelf were clumps of aspens； and he walked through them into a glade that surpassed in beauty and adaptability for a wild home； any place he had ever seen。 Silver spruces bordered the base of a precipitous wall that rose loftily。 Caves indented its surface； and there were no detached ledges or weathered sections that might dislodge a stone。 The level ground； beyond the spruces； dropped down into a little ravine。 This was one dense line of slender aspens from which came the low splashing of water。 And the terrace； lying open to the west； afforded unobstructed view of the valley of green treetops。
For his camp Venters chose a shady； grassy plot between the silver spruces and the cliff。 Here； in the stone wall； had been wonderfully carved by wind or washed by water several deep caves above the level of the terrace。 They were clean； dry； roomy。
He cut spruce boughs and made a bed in the largest cave and laid the girl there。 The first intimation that he had of her being aroused from sleep or lethargy was a low call for water。
He hurried down into the ravine with his canteen。 It was a shallow； grass…green place with aspens growing up everywhere。 To his delight he found a tiny brook of swift…running water。 Its faint tinge of amber reminded him of the spring at Cottonwoods； and the thought gave him a little shock。 The water was so cold it made his fingers tingle as he dipped the canteen。 Having returned to the cave； he was glad to see the girl drink thirstily。 This time he noted that she could raise her head slightly without his help。
〃You were thirsty；〃 he said。 〃It's good water。 I've found a fine place。 Tell mehow do you feel？〃
〃There's painhere；〃 she replied； and moved her hand to her left side。
〃Why； that's strange！ Your wounds are on your right side。 I believe you're hungry。 Is the pain a kind of dull achea gnawing？〃
〃It's likethat。〃
〃Then it's hunger。〃 Venters laughed； and suddenly caught himself with a quick breath and felt again the little shock。 When had he laughed？ 〃It's hunger；〃 he went on。 〃I've had that gnaw many a time。 I've got it now。 But you mustn't eat。 You can have all the water you want； but no food just yet。〃
〃Won't Istarve？〃
〃No； people don't starve easily。 I've discovered that。 You must lie perfectly still and rest and sleepfor days。〃
〃My handsare dirty； my face feelsso hot and sticky； my boots hurt。〃 It was her longest speech as yet； and it trailed off in a whisper。
〃Well； I'm a fine nurse！〃
It annoyed him that he had never thought of these things。 But then； awaiting her death and thinking of her comfort were vastly different matters。 He unwrapped the blanket which covered her。 What a slender girl she was！ No wonder he had been able to carry her miles and pack her up that slippery ladder of stone。 Her boots were of soft； fine leather； reaching clear to her knees。 He recognized the make as one of a boot… maker in Sterling。 Her spurs； that he had stupidly neglected to remove； consisted of silver frames and gold chains； and the rowels； large as silver dollars； were fancifully engraved。 The boots slipped off rather hard。 She wore heavy woollen rider's stockings； half length； and these were pulled up over the ends of her short trousers。 Venters took off the stockings to note her little feet were red and swollen。 He bathed them。 Then he removed his scarf and bathed her face and hands。
〃I must see your wounds now；〃 he said； gently。
She made no reply； but watched him steadily as he opened her blouse and untied the bandage。 His strong fingers trembled a little as he removed it。 If the wounds had reopened！ A chill struck him as he saw the angry red bullet…mark； and a tiny stream of blood winding from it down her white breast。 Very carefully he lifted her to see that the wound in her back had closed perfectly。 Then he washed the blood from her breast； bathed