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Gradually he was
grazing along toward the monuments and the far end of the great basin. Slone
believed, because the place was so large, that Wildfire thought there was a
way out on the other side or over the slopes or through the walls. Never
before had the far-sighted stallion made a mistake. Slone suddenly felt the
keen, stabbing fear of an outlet somewhere. But it left him quickly. He had
studied those slopes and walls. Wildfire could not get out, except by the pass
he had entered, unless he could fly.
Slone lay in the shade, his head propped on his saddle, and while gazing down
into the shimmering hollow he began to plan. He calculated that he must be
able to carry fire swiftly across the far end of the basin, so that he would
not be absent long from the mouth of the pass. Fire was always a difficult
matter, since he must depend only on flint and steel. He decided to wait till
dark, build a fire with dead cedar sticks, and carry a bundle of them with
burning ends. He felt assured that the wind caused by riding would keep them
burning.


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