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e that the wound in her back had closed perfectly。 Then he washed the blood from her breast； bathed the wound； and left it unbandaged； open to the air。
Her eyes thanked him。
〃Listen；〃 he said； earnestly。 〃I've had some wounds； and I've seen many。 I know a little about them。 The hole in your back has closed。 If you lie still three days the one in your breast will close and you'll be safe。 The danger from hemorrhage will be over。〃
He had spoken with earnest sincerity； almost eagerness。
〃Whydo youwant meto get well？〃 she asked； wonderingly。
The simple question seemed unanswerable except on grounds of humanity。 But the circumstances under which he had shot this strange girl； the shock and realization； the waiting for death； the hope； had resulted in a condition of mind wherein Venters wanted her to live more than he had ever wanted anything。 Yet he could not tell why。 He believed the killing of the rustler and the subsequent excitement had disturbed him。 For how else could he explain the throbbing of his brain； the heat of his blood； the undefined sense of full hours； charged； vibrant with pulsating mystery where once they had dragged in loneliness？
〃I shot you；〃 he said； slowly； 〃and I want you to get well so I shall not have killed a woman。 Butfor your own sake； too〃
A terrible bitterness darkened her eyes； and her lips quivered。
〃Hush；〃 said Venters。 〃You've talked too much already。〃
In her unutterable bitterness he saw a darkness of mood that could not have been caused by her present weak and feverish state。 She hated the life she had led； that she probably had been compelled to lead。 She had suffered some unforgivable wrong at the hands of Oldring。 With that conviction Venters felt a shame throughout his body； and it marked the rekindling of fierce anger and ruthlessness。 In the past long year he had nursed resentment。 He had hated the wildernessthe loneliness of the uplands。 He had waited for something to come to pass。 It had come。 Like an Indian stealing horses he had skulked into the recesses of the canyons。 He had found Oldring's retreat； he had killed a rustler； he had shot an unfortunate girl； then had saved her from this unwitting act； and he meant to save her from the consequent wasting of blood； from fever and weakness。 Starvation he had to fight for her and for himself。 Where he had been sick at the letting of blood； now he remembered it in grim； cold calm。 And as he lost that softness of nature； so he lost his fear of men。 He would watch for Oldring； biding his time； and he would kill this great black…bearded rustler who had held a girl in bondage； who had used her to his infamous ends。
Venters surmised this much of the change in himidleness had passed； keen； fierce vigor flooded his mind and body； all that had happened to him at Cottonwoods seemed remote and hard to recall； the difficulties and perils of the present absorbed him； held him in a kind of spell。
First； then； he fitted up the little cave adjoining the girl's room for his own comfort and use。 His next work was to build a fireplace of stones and to gather a store of wood。 That done； he spilled the contents of his saddle…bags upon the grass and took stock。 His outfit consisted of a small…handled axe； a hunting…knife； a large number of cartridges for rifle or revolver； a tin plate； a cup； and a fork and spoon； a quantity of dried beef and dried fruits； and small canvas bags containing tea； sugar； salt； and pepper。 For him alone this supply would have been bountiful to begin a sojourn in the wilderness； but he was no longer alone。 Starvation in the uplands was not an unheard…of thing； he did not； however； worry at all on that score； and feared only his possible inability to supply the needs of a woman in a weakened and extremely delicate condition。
If there was no game in the valleya contingency he doubtedit would not be a great task for him to go by night to Oldring's herd and pack out a calf。 The exigency of the moment was to ascertain if there were game in Surprise Valley。 Whitie still guarded the dilapidated rabbit； and Ring slept near by under a spruce。 Venters called Ring and went to the edge of the terrace； and there halted to survey the valley。
He was prepared to find it larger than his unstudied glances had made it appear； for more than a casual idea of dimensions and a hasty conception of oval shape and singular beauty he had not had time。 Again the felicity of the name he had given the valley struck him forcibly。 Around the red perpendicular walls； except under the great arc of stone； ran a terrace fringed at the cliff…base by silver spruces； below that first terrace sloped another wider one densely overgrown with aspens； and the center of the valley was a level circle of oaks and alders； with the glittering green line of willows and cottonwood dividing it in half。 Venters saw a number and variety of birds flitting among the trees。 To his left； facing the stone bridge； an enormous cavern opened in the wall； and low down； just above the tree…tops； he made out a long shelf of cliff…dwellings； with little black； staring windows or doors。 Like eyes they were； and seemed to watch him。 The few cliff…dwellings he had seen… …all ruinshad left him with haunting memory of age and solitude and of something past。 He had come； in a way； to be a cliff…dweller himself； and those silent eyes would look down upon him； as if in surprise that after thousands of years a man had invaded the valley。 Venters felt sure that he was the only white man who had ever walked under the shadow of the wonderful stone bridge； down into that wonderful valley with its circle of caves and its terraced rings of silver spruce and aspens。
The dog growled below and rushed into the forest。 Venters ran down the declivity to enter a zone of light shade streaked with sunshine。 The oak…trees were slender； none more than half a foot thick； and they grew close together； intermingling their branches。 Ring came running back with a rabbit in his mouth。 Venters took the rabbit and； holding the dog near him； stole softly on。 There were fluttering of wings among the branches and quick bird…notes； and rustling of dead leaves and rapid patterings。 Venters crossed well…worn trails marked with fresh tracks； and when he had stolen on a little farther he saw many birds and running quail； and more rabbits than he could count。 He had not penetrated the forest of oaks for a hundred yards； had not approached anywhere near the line of willows and cottonwoods which he knew grew along a stream。 But he had seen enough to know that Surprise Valley was the home of many wild creatures。
Venters returned to camp。 He skinned the rabbits； and gave the dogs the one they had quarreled over； and the skin of this he dressed and hung up to dry； feeling that he would like to keep it。 It was a particularly rich； furry pelt with a beautiful white tail。 Venters remembered that but for the bobbing of that white tail catching his eye he would not have espied the rabbit； and he would never have discovered Surprise Valley。 Little incidents of chance like this had turned him here and there in Deception Pass； and now they had assumed to him the significance and direction of destiny。
His good fortune in the matter of game at hand brought to his mind the necessity of keeping it in the valley。 Therefore he took the axe and cut bundles of aspens and willows； and packed them up under the bridge to the narrow outlet of the gorge。 Here he began fashioning a fence； by driving aspens into the ground and lacing them fast with willows。 Trip after trip he made down for more building material； and the afternoon had passed when he finished the work to his satisfaction。 Wildcats might scale the fence； but no coyote could come in to search for prey； and no rabbits or other small game could escape from the valley。
Upon returning to camp he set about getting his supper at ease； around a fine fire； without hurry or fear of discovery。 After hard work that had definite purpose； this freedom and comfort gave him peculiar satisfaction。 He caught himself often； as he kept busy round the camp…fire； stopping to glance at the quiet form in the cave； and at the dogs stretched cozily near him； and then out across the beautiful valley。 The present was not yet real to him。
While he ate； the sun set beyond a dip in the rim of the curved wall。 As the morning sun burst wondrously through a grand arch into this valley； in a golden； slanting shaft； so the evening sun； at the moment of setting； shone through a gap of cliffs； sending down a broad red burst to brighten the oval with a blaze of fire。 To Venters both sunrise and sunset were unreal。
A cool wind blew across the oval； waving the tips of oaks； and while the light lasted； fluttering the aspen leaves into millions of facets of red； and sweeping the graceful spruces。 Then with the wind soon came a shade and a darkening； and suddenly the valley was gray。 Night came there quickly after the sinking of the sun。 Venters went softly to look at the girl。 She slept； and her breathing was quiet and slow。 He lifted Ring into the cave； with stern whisper for him to stay there on guard。 Then he drew the blanket carefully over her and returned to the camp…fire。
Though exceedingly