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This upper half of the climb bid fair to be as difficult for Jane, if not so painful, as the lower. It was necessary for the Indian to go up and drop the rope, which was looped around her, and then, with him pulling from above and Shefford assisting Jane as she climbed, she was finally gotten up without mishap.
Shefford saw a steep, rough slope leading up to a bulge of the cliff, and finally he made out strange little houses with dark, eyelike windows. He wanted to climb up there. Withers called his attention to more caves with what he believed were the ruins of cliff-dwellings.
An hour later Shefford, clean-shaven, comfortably clothed once more, found himself a different man; and when he saw Fay in white again, with a new and indefinable light shining through that old, haunting shadow in her eyes, then the world changed and he embraced perfect happiness.
The seat at the end was a box, and scarcely large enough or safe enough for Joe and Shefford, but they risked it. "Saw you in the hall," said Joe. "Hell wasn't it?" "Joe, I never knew how much I dared say to you, so I don't talk much. But, it was hell," replied Shefford. "You needn't be so scared of me," spoke up Joe, testily. That was the first time Shefford had heard the Mormon speak that way.
But I felt they they hated in me what would be all right in themselves." Here to simplicity she added truth and wisdom, as an Indian might have expressed them. But shame was unknown to her, and she had as yet only vague perceptions of love and passion. Shefford began to realize the quickness of her mind, that she was indeed awakening. "They are jealous were jealous before I ever came here.
With that burning pain there came to Shefford the meaning of fight, and his rifle grew hot in his hands. Night alone saved the trio from certain fatality. Under the cover of darkness the Indian helped Shefford to escape. Joe Lake looked out for himself. The pack-train was lost, and the mustangs, except Nack-yal.
And as they rode along the trader showed him remarkable formations of rock where the elements were slowly hollowing out a bridge. They came presently to a region of intersecting canyon, and here the breaking of the trail up and down the deep washes took Withers back to his task with the burros and gave Shefford more concern than he liked with Nack-yal.
Well, Shadd's after that.... Come on now, let's get inside the hall." The crowd opened for the trader, who appeared to be known to everybody. A huge man with a bushy beard blocked the way to a shut door. "Hello, Meade!" said Withers. "Let us in." The man opened the door, permitted Withers and Shefford to enter, and then closed it.
Shefford did not understand whether he meant the name of his visitor or something else, but the menace connected with the word was clear enough. Glen Naspa mounted her pony, and it was a graceful action that pleased Shefford. He climbed a little stiffly into his own saddle. Then Nas Ta Bega got up and pointed northward. "Kayenta?" he inquired.
Now I want you to tell Bishop Kane why this missionary is bitter toward you." "Gentlemen, I knocked him down," replied Shefford, simply. "What for?" inquired the bishop, in surprise and curiosity. Shefford related the incident which had occurred at Red Lake and that now seemed again to come forward fatefully. "You insinuate he had evil intent toward the Indian girl?" queried Kane.
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