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She had headed out to make a short cut, fairly sure of her direction, yet she
was not unaware of the fact that she would be lost till she ran across her
trail. That might be easy to miss and time was flying. She put the King to a
brisk trot, winding through the aisles of the sage.
Soon she had left the monument region and was down on the valley floor again.
From time to time she conquered a desire to look back. Presently she was
surprised and very glad to ride into a trail where she saw the tracks she had
made coming out. With much relief she turned Sage King into this trail, and
then any anxiety she had felt left her entirely. But that did not mitigate her
excitement. She eased the King into a long, swinging lope. And as he warmed to
the work she was aroused also. It was hard to hold him in, once he got out of
a trot, and after miles and miles of this, when she thought best to slow down
he nearly pulled her arms off. Still she finally got him in hand. Then
followed miles of soft and rough going, which seemed long and tedious.


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