oil。 Besides； she had other pains； just as severe； and she stood momentarily in mortal dread of that terrible stitch in her side。 If it returned she knew she would fall off。 But； fortunately； just when she was growing weak and dizzy； the horses ahead slowed to a walk on a descent。 The road wound down into a wide deep canyon。 Carley had a respite from her severest pains。 Never before had she known what it meant to be so grateful for relief from anything。
The afternoon grew far advanced and the sunset was hazily shrouded in gray。 Hutter did not like the looks of those clouds。 〃Reckon we're in for weather；〃 he said。 Carley did not care what happened。 Weather or anything else that might make it possible to get off her horse！ Glenn rode beside her； inquiring solicitously as to her pleasure。 〃Ride of my life！〃 she lied heroically。 And it helped some to see that she both fooled and pleased him。
Beyond the canyon the cedared desert heaved higher and changed its aspect。 The trees grew larger； bushier； greener； and closer together； with patches of bleached grass between； and russet…lichened rocks everywhere。 Small cactus plants bristled sparsely in open places； and here and there bright red flowersIndian paintbrush； Flo called themadded a touch of color to the gray。 Glenn pointed to where dark banks of cloud had massed around the mountain peaks。 The scene to the west was somber and compelling。
At last the men and the pack…horses ahead came to a halt in a level green forestland with no high trees。 Far ahead a chain of soft gray round hills led up to the dark heaved mass of mountains。 Carley saw the gleam of water through the trees。 Probably her mustang saw or scented it； because he started to trot。 Carley had reached a limit of strength； endurance； and patience。 She hauled him up short。 When Spillbeans evinced a stubborn intention to go on Carley gave him a kick。 Then it happened。
She felt the reins jerked out of her hands and the saddle propel her upward。 When she descended it was to meet that before…experienced jolt。
〃Look！〃 cried Flo。 〃That bronc is going to pitch。〃
〃Hold on； Carley！〃 yelled Glenn。
Desperately Carley essayed to do just that。 But Spillbeans jolted her out of the saddle。 She came down on his rump and began to slide back and down。 Frightened and furious； Carley tried to hang to the saddle with her hands and to squeeze the mustang with her knees。 But another jolt broke her hold； and then； helpless and bewildered； with her heart in her throat and a terrible sensation of weakness； she slid back at each upheave of the muscular rump until she slid off and to the ground in a heap。 Whereupon Spillbeans trotted off toward the water。
Carley sat up before Glenn and Flo reached her。 Manifestly they were concerned about her； but both were ready to burst with laughter。 Carley knew she was not hurt and she was so glad to be off the mustang that； on the moment； she could almost have laughed herself。
〃That beast is well named；〃 she said。 〃He spilled me； all right。 And I presume I resembled a sack of beans。〃
〃Carleyyou'renot hurt？〃 asked Glenn； choking； as he helped her up。
〃Not physically。 But my feelings are。〃
Then Glenn let out a hearty howl of mirth； which was seconded by a loud guffaw from Hutter。 Flo； however； appeared to be able to restrain whatever she felt。 To Carley she looked queer。
〃Pitch！ You called it that；〃 said Carley。
〃Oh； he didn't really pitch。 He just humped up a few times；〃 replied Flo； and then when she saw how Carley was going to take it she burst into a merry peal of laughter。 Charley； the sheep herder was grinning； and some of the other men turned away with shaking shoulders。
〃Laugh； you wild and woolly Westerners！〃 ejaculated Carley。 〃It must have been funny。 I hope I can be a good sport。 。 。 。 But I bet you I ride him tomorrow。〃
〃Shore you will；〃 replied Flo。
Evidently the little incident drew the party closer together。 Carley felt a warmth of good nature that overcame her first feeling of humiliation。 They expected such things from her； and she should expect them； too； and take them； if not fearlessly or painlessly； at least without resentment。
Carley walked about to ease her swollen and sore joints； and while doing so she took stock of the camp ground and what was going on。 At second glance the place had a certain attraction difficult for her to define。 She could see far； and the view north toward those strange gray…colored symmetrical hills was one that fascinated while it repelled her。 Near at hand the ground sloped down to a large rock…bound lake； perhaps a mile in circumference。 In the distance； along the shore she saw a white conical tent； and blue smoke； and moving gray objects she took for sheep。
The men unpacked and unsaddled the horses； and； hobbling their forefeet together； turned them loose。 Twilight had fallen and each man appeared to be briskly set upon his own task。 Glenn was cutting around the foot of a thickly branched cedar where； he told Carley； he would make a bed for her and Flo。 All that Carley could see that could be used for such purpose was a canvas…covered roll。 Presently Glenn untied a rope from round this； unrolled it； and dragged it under the cedar。 Then he spread down the outer layer of canvas； disclosing a considerable thickness of blankets。 From under the top of these he pulled out two flat little pillows。 These he placed in position； and turned back some of the blankets。
〃Carley； you crawl in here； pile the blankets up； and the tarp over them；〃 directed Glenn。 〃If it rains pull the tarp up over your headand let it rain。〃
This direction sounded in Glenn's cheery voice a good deal more pleasurable than the possibilities suggested。 Surely that cedar tree could not keep off rain or snow。
〃Glenn； how aboutabout animalsand crawling things； you know？〃 queried Carley。
〃Oh； there are a few tarantulas and centipedes； and sometimes a scorpion。 But these don't crawl around much at night。 The only thing to worry about are the hydrophobia skunks。〃
〃What on earth are they？〃 asked Carley； quite aghast。
〃Skunks are polecats； you know；〃 replied Glenn； cheerfully。 〃Sometimes one gets bitten by a coyote that has rabies； and then he's a dangerous customer。 He has no fear and he may run across you and bite you in the face。 Queer how they generally bite your nose。 Two men have been bitten since I've been here。 One of them died； and the other had to go to the Pasteur Institute with a well…developed case of hydrophobia。〃
〃Good heavens！〃 cried Carley； horrified。
〃You needn't be afraid；〃 said Glenn。 〃I'll tie one of the dogs near your bed。〃
Carley wondered whether Glenn's casual； easy tone had been adopted for her benefit or was merely an assimilation from this Western life。 Not improbably Glenn himself might be capable of playing a trick on her。 Carley endeavored to fortify herself against disaster； so that when it befell she might not be wholly ludicrous。
With the coming of twilight a cold； keen wind moaned through the cedars。 Carley would have hovered close to the fire even if she had not been too tired to exert herself。 Despite her aches； she did justice to the supper。 It amazed her that appetite consumed her to the extent of overcoming a distaste for this strong； coarse cooking。 Before the meal ended darkness had fallen； a windy raw darkness that enveloped heavily like a blanket。 Presently Carley edged closer to the fire； and there she stayed； alternately turning back and front to the welcome heat。 She seemingly roasted hands； face； and knees while her back froze。 The wind blew the smoke in all directions。 When she groped around with blurred； smarting eyes to escape the hot smoke； it followed her。 The other members of the party sat comfortably on sacks or rocks； without much notice of the smoke that so exasperated Carley。 Twice Glenn insisted that she take a seat he had fixed for her； but she preferred to stand and move around a little。
By and by the camp tasks of the men appeared to be ended； and all gathered near the fire to lounge and smoke and talk。 Glenn and Hutter engaged in interested conversation with two Mexicans； evidently sheep herders。 If the wind and cold had not made Carley so uncomfortable she might have found the scene picturesque。 How black the night！ She could scarcely distinguish the sky at all。 The cedar branches swished in the wind； and from the gloom came a low sound of waves lapping a rocky shore。 Presently Glenn held up a hand。
〃Listen； Carley！〃 he said。
Then she heard strange wild yelps； staccato； piercing； somehow infinitely lonely。 They made her shudder。
〃Coyotes；〃 said Glenn。 〃You'll come to love that chorus。 Hear the dogs bark back。〃
Carley listened with interest； but she was inclined to doubt that she would ever become enamoured of such wild cries。
〃Do coyotes come near camp？〃 she queried。
〃Shore。 Sometimes they pull your pillow out from under your head；〃 replied Flo； laconically。
Carley did not ask any more questions。 Natural history was not her favorite study and she was sure she could dispense with any first…hand knowledge of desert beasts。 She thought； however； she heard one of the men say； 〃Big varmint prowlin' round the sheep。〃 To which Hutter replied； 〃Reckon it was a bear。〃 And Glenn said； 〃I saw his fresh track by the lake。 Some bear！〃
The heat from the fire made Carley so drowsy that she could scarcely hold up her head。 She longed for bed even if it was out there in the open。 Presently Flo called her： 〃Come。 Let's walk a little before turning in。〃
So Carley permitted herself to be led to and fro down an open aisle between some cedars。 The far end of that aisle； dark； gloomy； with the bushy secretive cedars all around； caused Carley apprehension she was ashamed to admit。 Flo talked eloquently about the joys of camp life； and how the harder any outdoor task was and the more endurance and pain it required； the more pride and pleasure one had in remembering it。 Carley was weighing the import of these words when suddenly Flo clutched her arm。 〃What's that？〃 she whispered； tensely。
Carley stood stockstill。 They had reached the furthermost end of that aisle； but had turned to go back。 The flare of the camp fire threw a wan light into the shadows before them。 There