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After he had lighted the grass all he had to do was to hurry back to
his station and there await developments.
The day passed slowly, and it was hot. The heat-waves rose in dark, wavering
lines and veils from the valley. The wind blew almost a gale. Thin, curling
sheets of sand blew up over the crests of the slopes, and the sound it made
was a soft, silken rustling, very low. The sky was a steely blue above and
copper close over the distant walls.
That afternoon, toward the close, Slone ate the last of the meat. At sunset
the wind died away and the air cooled. There was a strip of red along the wall
of rock and on the tips of the monuments, and it lingered there for long, a
strange, bright crown. Nagger was not far away, but Wildfire had disappeared,
probably behind one of the monuments.
When twilight fell Slone went down after Nagger and, returning with him, put
on bridle and saddle. Then he began to search for suitable sticks of wood.
Farther back in the pass he found stunted dead cedars, and from these secured
enough for his purpose.


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