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Thereafter, with the monuments standing ever higher, and the
distance perceptibly lessening, the minutes passed less tediously.
At length she reached the zone of lofty rocks, and found them different, how,
she could not tell. She rode down among them, and was glad when she saw the
huge mittens--her landmarks. At last she espied the green-bordered wash and
the few cedar-trees. Then a horse blazed red against the sage and another
shone black. That sight made Lucy thrill. She rode on, eager now, but moved by
the strangeness of the experience.
Before she got quite close to the cedars she saw a man. He took a few slow
steps out of the shade. His back was bent. Lucy recognized the rider, and in
her gladness to see him on his feet she cried out. Then, when Sage King
reached the spot, Lucy rolled the pack off to the ground.
"Oh, that was a job!" she cried.
The rider looked up with eyes that seemed keener, less staring than she
remembered. "You came? . . . I was afraid you wouldn't," he said.
"Sure I came. . . .


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