I'll go now. I hope you'll be better to-morrow."
Lucy hesitated, with her hand on the King's bridle. She did not like to leave
this young man lying there helpless on the desert. But what else could she do?
What a strange adventure had befallen her! At the following thought that it
was not yet concluded she felt a little stir of excitement at her pulses. She
was so strangely preoccupied that she forgot it was necessary for her to have
a step to mount Sage King. She realized it quickly enough when she attempted
it. Then she led him off in the sage till she found a rock. Mounting, she
turned him straight across country, meaning to cut out miles of travel that
would have been necessary along her back-trail. Once she looked back. The
rider was not visible; the black horse, Nagger, was out of sight, but
Wildfire, blazing in the sun, watched her depart.
CHAPTER IX
Lucy Bostil could not control the glow of strange excitement under which she
labored, but she could put her mind on the riding of Sage King. She did not
realize, however, that she was riding him under the stress and spell of that
excitement.
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