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interested her, made her curious. What had formed all these strange monuments?
Here the ground was level for miles and miles, to slope gently up to the bases
of these huge rocks. In an old book she had seen pictures of the Egyptian
pyramids, but these appeared vaster, higher, and stranger, and they were
sheerly perpendicular.
Suddenly Sage King halted sharply, shot up his ears, and whistled. Lucy was
startled. That from the King meant something. Hastily, with keen glance she
swept the foreground. A mile on, near the monument, was a small black spot. It
seemed motionless. But the King's whistle had proved it to be a horse. When
Lucy had covered a quarter of the intervening distance she could distinguish
the horse and that there appeared some thing strange about his position. Lucy
urged Sage King into a lope and soon drew nearer. The black horse had his head
down, yet he did not appear to be grazing. He was as still as a statue. He
stood just outside a clump of greasewood and cactus.
Suddenly a sound pierced the stillness.


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