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They had ridden four days out of the very limits of the world into this desolate place, short of water, with nothing but a strip of dried meat under their saddles, over rocks and mountains, where surely none but these fugitives had ever been before—for THAT! THEY HAD RIDDEN FOUR DAYS OUT OF THE VERY LIMITS OF THE WORLD INTO THIS DESOLATE PLACE SHORT OF WATER WITH NOTHING BUT A STRIP OF DRIED MEAT UNDER THEIR SADDLES OVER ROCKS AND MOUNTAINS WHERE SURELY NONE BUT THESE FUGITIVES HAD EVER BEEN BEFORE FOR THAT
ank! Blank slopes on either side, with never a sign of a decent beast or tree—much less a man. What a land it was! What a wilderness! He dropped again into his former pose. It filled him with a momentary pleasure to see a wry stick of purple black flash out into the form of a snake, and vanish amidst the brown. After all, the infernal valley WAS alive. And then, to rejoice him still more, came a little breath across his face, a whisper that came and went, the faintest inclination of a stiff black-antlered bush upon a little crest, the first intimations of a possible breeze. Idly he wetted his finger, and held it up. He pulled up sharply to avoid a collision with the gaunt man, who had stopped at fault upon the trail. Just at that guilty moment he caught his master's eye looking towards him. For a time he forced an interest in the tracking. Then, as they rode on again, he studied his master's shadow and hat and shoulder, appearing and disappearing behind the gaunt man's nearer contours. T OF WHICH THEY HAD COME BLANK BLANK SLOPES ON EITHER SIDE WITH NEVER A SIGN OF A DECENT BEAST OR TREE MUCH LESS A MAN WHAT A LAND IT WAS WHAT A WILDERNESS HE DROPPED AGAIN INTO HIS FORMER POSE IT FILLED HIM WITH A MOMENTARY PLEASURE TO SEE A WRY STICK OF PURPLE BLACK FLASH OUT INTO THE FORM OF A SNAKE AND VANISH AMIDST THE BROWN AFTER ALL THE INFERNAL VALLEY WAS ALIVE AND THEN TO REJOICE HIM STILL MORE CAME A LITTLE BREATH ACROSS HIS FACE A WHISPER THAT CAME AND WENT THE FAINTEST INCLINATION OF A STIFF BLACK ANTLERED BUSH UPON A LITTLE CREST THE FIRST INTIMATIONS OF A POSSIBLE BREEZE IDLY HE WETTED HIS FINGER AND HELD IT UP HE PULLED UP SHARPLY TO AVOID A COLLISION WITH THE GAUNT MAN WHO HAD STOPPED AT FAULT UPON THE TRAIL JUST AT THAT GUILTY MOMENT HE CAUGHT HIS MASTER'S EYE LOOKING TOWARD HIM FOR A TIME HE FORCED AN INTEREST IN THE TRACKING THEN AS THEY RODE ON AGAIN HE STUDIED HIS MASTER'S SHADOW AND HAT AND SHOULDER APPEARING AND DISAPPEARING BEHIND THE GAUNT MAN'S NEARER CONTOURS
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