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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. 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
hat a vast, still place it was, a monotonous afternoon slumber. And the sky open and blank, except for a sombre veil of haze that had gathered in the upper valley. He straightened his back, fretted with his bridle, puckered his lips to whistle, and simply sighed. He turned in his saddle for a time, and stared at the throat of the mountain gorge out 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. THERE WAS NO BREEZE THAT WAS IT WHAT A VAST STILL PLACE IT WAS A MONOTONOUS AFTERNOON SLUMBER AND THE SKY OPEN AND BLANK EXCEPT FOR A SOMBRE VEIL OF HAZE THAT GATHERED IN THE UPPER VALLEY HE STRAIGHTENED HIS BACK FRETTED WITH HIS BRIDLE PUCKERED HIS LIPS TO WHISTLE AND SIMPLY SIGHED HE TURNED IN HIS SADDLE FOR A TIME AND STARED AT THE THROAT OF THE MOUNTAIN GORGE OUT 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
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