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he change in his mind。 As a rider guarding the herd he had never thought of the night's wildness and loneliness； as an outcast； now when the full silence set in； and the deep darkness； and trains of radiant stars shone cold and calm； he lay with an ache in his heart。 For a year he had lived as a black fox； driven from his kind。 He longed for the sound of a voice； the touch of a hand。 In the daytime there was riding from place to place； and the gun practice to which something drove him； and other tasks that at least necessitated action； at night； before he won sleep； there was strife in his soul。 He yearned to leave the endless sage slopes； the wilderness of canyons； and it was in the lonely night that this yearning grew unbearable。 It was then that he reached forth to feel Ring or Whitie； immeasurably grateful for the love and companionship of two dogs。
On this night the same old loneliness beset Venters； the old habit of sad thought and burning unquiet had its way。 But from it evolved a conviction that his useless life had undergone a subtle change。 He had sensed it first when Wrangle swung him up to the high saddle； he knew it now when he lay in the gateway of Deception Pass。 He had no thrill of adventure； rather a gloomy perception of great hazard； perhaps death。 He meant to find Oldring's retreat。 The rustlers had fast horses； but none that could catch Wrangle。 Venters knew no rustler could creep upon him at night when Ring and Whitie guarded his hiding…place。 For the rest； he had eyes and ears； and a long rifle and an unerring aim； which he meant to use。 Strangely his foreshadowing of change did not hold a thought of the killing of Tull。 It related only to what was to happen to him in Deception Pass； and he could no more lift the veil of that mystery than tell where the trails led to in that unexplored canyon。 Moreover； he did not care。 And at length； tired out by stress of thought； he fell asleep。
When his eyes unclosed； day had come again； and he saw the rim of the opposite wall tipped with the gold of sunrise。 A few moments sufficed for the morning's simple camp duties。 Near at hand he found Wrangle； and to his surprise the horse came to him。 Wrangle was one of the horses that left his viciousness in the home corral。 What he wanted was to be free of mules and burros and steers； to roll in dust…patches； and then to run down the wide； open； windy sage…plains； and at night browse and sleep in the cool wet grass of a springhole。 Jerd knew the sorrel when he said of him； 〃Wait till he smells the sage！〃
Venters saddled and led him out of the oak thicket； and； leaping astride； rode up the canyon； with Ring and Whitie trotting behind。 An old grass…grown trail followed the course of a shallow wash where flowed a thin stream of water。 The canyon was a hundred rods wide； its yellow walls were perpendicular； it had abundant sage and a scant growth of oak and pinon。 For five miles it held to a comparatively straight bearing； and then began a heightening of rugged walls and a deepening of the floor。 Beyond this point of sudden change in the character of the canyon Venters had never explored； and here was the real door to the intricacies of Deception Pass。
He reined Wrangle to a walk； halted now and then to listen； and then proceeded cautiously with shifting and alert gaze。 The canyon assumed proportions that dwarfed those of its first ten miles。 Venters rode on and on； not losing in the interest of his wide surroundings any of his caution or keen search for tracks or sight of living thing。 If there ever had been a trail here； he could not find it。 He rode through sage and clumps of pinon trees and grassy plots where long…petaled purple lilies bloomed。 He rode through a dark constriction of the pass no wider than the lane in the grove at Cottonwoods。 And he came out into a great amphitheater into which jutted huge towering corners of a confluences of intersecting canyons。
Venters sat his horse； and； with a rider's eye； studied this wild cross…cut of huge stone gullies。 Then he went on； guided by the course of running water。 If it had not been for the main stream of water flowing north he would never have been able to tell which of those many openings was a continuation of the pass。 In crossing this amphitheater he went by the mouths of five canyons； fording little streams that flowed into the larger one。 Gaining the outlet which he took to be the pass； he rode on again under over hanging walls。 One side was dark in shade； the other light in sun。 This narrow passageway turned and twisted and opened into a valley that amazed Venters。
Here again was a sweep of purple sage； richer than upon the higher levels。 The valley was miles long； several wide； and inclosed by unscalable walls。 But it was the background of this valley that so forcibly struck him。 Across the sage…flat rose a strange up…flinging of yellow rocks。 He could not tell which were close and which were distant。 Scrawled mounds of stone； like mountain waves； seemed to roll up to steep bare slopes and towers。
In this plain of sage Venters flushed birds and rabbits； and when he had proceeded about a mile he caught sight of the bobbing white tails of a herd of running antelope。 He rode along the edge of the stream which wound toward the western end of the slowly looming mounds of stone。 The high slope retreated out of sight behind the nearer protection。 To Venters the valley appeared to have been filled in by a mountain of melted stone that had hardened in strange shapes of rounded outline。 He followed the stream till he lost it in a deep cut。 Therefore Venters quit the dark slit which baffled further search in that direction； and rode out along the curved edge of stone where it met the sage。 It was not long before he came to a low place； and here Wrangle readily climbed up。
All about him was ridgy roll of wind…smoothed； rain…washed rock Not a tuft of grass or a bunch of sage colored the dull rust…yellow。 He saw where； to the right； this uneven flow of stone ended in a blunt wall。 Leftward； from the hollow that lay at his feet； mounted a gradual slow…swelling slope to a great height topped by leaning； cracked； and ruined crags。 Not for some time did he grasp the wonder of that acclivity。 It was no less than a mountain…side； glistening in the sun like polished granite； with cedar…trees springing as if by magic out of the denuded surface。 Winds had swept it clear of weathered shale； and rains had washed it free of dust。 Far up the curved slope its beautiful lines broke to meet the vertical rim…wall； to lose its grace in a different order and color of rock； a stained yellow cliff of cracks and caves and seamed crags。 And straight before Venters was a scene less striking but more significant to his keen survey。 For beyond a mile of the bare； hummocky rock began the valley of sage； and the mouths of canyons； one of which surely was another gateway into the pass。
He got off his horse； and； giving the bridle to Ring to hold； he commenced a search for the cleft where the stream ran。 He was not successful and concluded the water dropped into an underground passage。 Then he returned to where he had left Wrangle； and led him down off the stone to the sage。 It was a short ride to the opening canyons。 There was no reason for a choice of which one to enter。 The one he rode into was a clear； sharp shaft in yellow stone a thousand feet deep； with wonderful wind…worn caves low down and high above buttressed and turreted ramparts。 Farther on Venters came into a region where deep indentations marked the line of canyon walls。 These were huge； cove…like blind pockets extending back to a sharp corner with a dense growth of underbrush and trees。
Venters penetrated into one of these offshoots； and； as he had hoped； he found abundant grass。 He had to bend the oak saplings to get his horse through。 Deciding to make this a hiding…place if he could find water； he worked back to the limit of the shelving walls。 In a little cluster of silver spruces he found a spring。 This inclosed nook seemed an ideal place to leave his horse and to camp at night； and from which to make stealthy trips on foot。 The thick grass hid his trail； the dense growth of oaks in the opening would serve as a barrier to keep Wrangle in； if； indeed； the luxuriant browse would not suffice for that。 So Venters； leaving Whitie with the horse； called Ring to his side； and； rifle in hand； worked his way out to the open。 A careful photographing in mind of the formation of the bold outlines of rimrock assured him he would be able to return to his retreat even in the dark。
Bunches of scattered sage covered the center of the canyon； and among these Venters threaded his way with the step of an Indian。 At intervals he put his hand on the dog and stopped to listen。 There was a drowsy hum of insects； but no other sound disturbed the warm midday stillness。 Venters saw ahead a turn； more abrupt than any yet。 Warily he rounded this corner； once again to halt bewildered。
The canyon opened fan…shaped into a great oval of green and gray growths。 It was the hub of an oblong wheel； and from it； at regular distances； like spokes； ran the outgoing canyons。 Here a dull red color predominated over the fading yellow。 The corners of wall blu