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The horse had gradually dropped his head; he
was tired and his spirit was broken.
"Now, what shall I do?" she queried. "I'll take the back trail of these
horses. They certainly hadn't been here long before I saw them. And the rider
may be close. If not I'll take the horses home."
She slipped the noose from the stallion's head, leaving the hackamore, and,
coiling the loose lasso, she hung it over the pommel of the black's saddle.
Then she took up his bridle.
"Come on," she called.
The black followed her, and the stallion, still fast to him by the lasso Lucy
had left tied, trooped behind with bowed head. Lucy was elated. But Sage King
did not like the matter at all. Lucy had to drop the black's bridle and catch
the King, and then ride back to lead the other again.
A broad trail marked the way the two horses had come, and it led off to the
left, toward where the monuments were thickest, and where the great sections
of wall stood, broken and battlemented. Lucy was hard put to it to hold Sage
King, but the horses behind plodded along.


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