"We have to go ahead on foot now," he told her as he put out his hand
to help her down. And then as they stood side by side: "Tired much?"
"No," she answered. "I was just in the mood to ride."
He took down the rope from her saddle strings, tied Persis, and, saying
briefly, "This way," again went on. She kept her place almost at his
heels, now and again accepting the hand he offered as their way grew
steeper underfoot. Half an hour ago she knew that they had swerved off
to the left, away from the deep gorge into whose mouth they had ridden
so far below; now she saw that they were once more drawing close to the
steep-walled canon. Its emptiness, black and sinister, lay between
them and a group of bare peaks which stood up like cathedral spires
against the sky.
"This would be simple enough in the daytime," Norton told her during
one of their brief pauses. "In the dark it's another matter. Not
tired out, are you?"
"No," she assured him the second time, although long ago she would have
been glad to throw herself down to rest, were their errand less urgent.
"We've got some pretty steep climbing ahead of us yet," he went on
quietly. "You must be careful not to slip. Oh," and he laughed
carelessly, "you'd stop before you got to the bottom, but then a drop
of even half a dozen feet is no joke here.
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