ck； round as the lower hills； and wonderful in its color。 Full in the blaze of the rising sun it flaunted an unchangeable front。 Carley understood now what had been told her about this peak。 Volcanic fires had thrown up a colossal mound of cinders burned forever to the hues of the setting sun。 In every light and shade of day it held true to its name。 Farther north rose the bold bulk of the San Francisco Peaks； that； half lost in the clouds； still dominated the desert scene。 Then as Carley gazed the rifts began to close。 Another transformation began； the reverse of what she watched。 The golden radiance of sunrise vanished； and under a gray； lowering） coalescing pall of cloud the round hills returned to their bleak somberness； and the green desert took again its cold sheen。
〃Wasn't it fine； Carley？〃 asked Glenn。 〃But nothing to what you will experience。 I hope you stay till the weather gets warm。 I want you to see a summer dawn on the Painted Desert； and a noon with the great white clouds rolling up from the horizon； and a sunset of massed purple and gold。 If they do not get you then I'll give up。〃
Carley murmured something of her appreciation of what she had just seen。 Part of his remark hung on her ear； thought…provoking and disturbing。 He hoped she would stay until summer！ That was kind of him。 But her visit must be short and she now intended it to end with his return East with her。 If she did not persuade him to go he might not want to go for a while； as he had written〃just yet。〃 Carley grew troubled in mind。 Such mental disturbance； however； lasted no longer than her return with Glenn to camp； where the mustang Spillbeans stood ready for her to mount。 He appeared to put one ear up； the other down； and to look at her with mild surprise； as if to say： 〃Whathellotenderfoot！ Are you going to ride me again？〃
Carley recalled that she had avowed she would ride him。 There was no alternative； and her misgivings only made matters worse。 Nevertheless； once in the saddle； she imagined she had the hallucination that to ride off so； with the long open miles ahead； was really thrilling。 This remarkable state of mind lasted until Spillbeans began to trot； and then another day of misery beckoned to Carley with gray stretches of distance。
She was to learn that misery； as well as bliss； can swallow up the hours。 She saw the monotony of cedar trees； but with blurred eyes； she saw the ground clearly enough； for she was always looking down； hoping for sandy places or rocky places where her mustang could not trot。
At noon the cavalcade ahead halted near a cabin and corral； which turned out to be a sheep ranch belonging to Hutter。 Here Glenn was so busy that he had no time to devote to Carley。 And Flo； who was more at home on a horse than on the ground； rode around everywhere with the men。 Most assuredly Carley could not pass by the chance to get off Spillbeans and to walk a little。 She found； however； that what she wanted most was to rest。 The cabin was deserted； a dark； damp place with a rank odor。 She did not stay long inside。
Rain and snow began to fall； adding to what Carley felt to be a disagreeable prospect。 The immediate present； however； was cheered by a cup of hot soup and some bread and butter which the herder Charley brought her。 By and by Glenn and Hutter returned with Flo； and all partook of some lunch。
All too soon Carley found herself astride the mustang again。 Glenn helped her don the slicker； an abominable sticky rubber coat that bundled her up and tangled her feet round the stirrups。 She was glad to find； though； that it served well indeed to protect her from raw wind and rain。
〃Where do we go from here？〃 Carley inquired； ironically。
Glenn laughed in a way which proved to Carley that he knew perfectly well how she felt。 Again his smile caused her self…reproach。 Plain indeed was it that he had really expected more of her in the way of complaint and less of fortitude。 Carley bit her lips。
Thus began the afternoon ride。 As it advanced the sky grew more threatening； the wind rawer； the cold keener； and the rain cut like little bits of sharp ice。 It blew in Carley's face。 Enough snow fell to whiten the open patches of ground。 In an hour Carley realized that she had the hardest task of her life to ride to the end of the day's journey。 No one could have guessed her plight。 Glenn complimented her upon her adaptation to such unpleasant conditions。 Flo evidently was on the lookout for the tenderfoot's troubles。 But as Spillbeans； had taken to lagging at a walk； Carley was enabled to conceal all outward sign of her woes。 It rained； hailed； sleeted； snowed； and grew colder all the time。 Carley's feet became lumps of ice。 Every step the mustang took sent acute pains ramifying from bruised and raw places all over her body。
Once； finding herself behind the others and out of sight in the cedars； she got off to walk awhile； leading the mustang。 This would not do； however； because she fell too far in the rear。 Mounting again； she rode on； beginning to feet that nothing mattered； that this trip would be the end of Carley Burch。 How she hated that dreary； cold； flat land the road bisected without end。 It felt as if she rode hours to cover a mile。 In open stretches she saw the whole party straggling along； separated from one another； and each for himself。 They certainly could not be enjoying themselves。 Carley shut her eyes； clutched the pommel of the saddle； trying to support her weight。 How could she endure another mile？ Alas！ there might be many miles。 Suddenly a terrible shock seemed to rack her。 But it was only that Spillbeans had once again taken to a trot。 Frantically she pulled on the bridle。 He was not to be thwarted。 Opening her eyes； she saw a cabin far ahead which probably was the destination for the night。 Carley knew she would never reach it； yet she clung on desperately。 What she dreaded was the return of that stablike pain in her side。 It came； and life seemed something abject and monstrous。 She rode stiff legged； with her hands propping her stiffly above the pommel； but the stabbing pain went right on； and in deeper。 When the mustang halted his trot beside the other horses Carley was in the last extremity。 Yet as Glenn came to her； offering a hand； she still hid her agony。 Then Flo called out gayly： 〃Carley； you've done twenty…five miles on as rotten a day as I remember。 Shore we all hand it to you。 And I'm confessing I didn't think you'd ever stay the ride out。 Spillbeans is the meanest nag we've got and he has the hardest gait。〃
CHAPTER V
Later Carley leaned back in a comfortable seat； before a blazing fire that happily sent its acrid smoke up the chimney； pondering ideas in her mind。
There could be a relation to familiar things that was astounding in its revelation。 To get off a horse that had tortured her； to discover an almost insatiable appetite； to rest weary； aching body before the genial warmth of a beautiful firethese were experiences which Carley found to have been hitherto unknown delights。 It struck her suddenly and strangely that to know the real truth about anything in life might require infinite experience and understanding。 How could one feel immense gratitude and relief； or the delight of satisfying acute hunger； or the sweet comfort of rest； unless there had been circumstances of extreme contrast？ She had been compelled to suffer cruelly on horseback in order to make her appreciate how good it was to get down on the ground。 Otherwise she never would have known。 She wondered； then； how true that principle Plight be in all experience。 It gave strong food for thought。 There were things in the world never before dreamed of in her philosophy。
Carley was wondering if she were narrow and dense to circumstances of life differing from her own when a remark of Flo's gave pause to her reflections。
〃Shore the worst is yet to come。〃 Flo had drawled。
Carley wondered if this distressing statement had to do in some way with the rest of the trip。 She stifled her curiosity。 Painful knowledge of that sort would come quickly enough。
〃Flo； are you girls going to sleep here in the cabin？〃 inquired Glenn。
〃Shore。 It's cold and wet outside；〃 replied Flo。
〃Well； Felix； the Mexican herder； told me some Navajos had been bunking here。〃
〃Navajos？ You mean Indians？〃 interposed Carley； with interest。
〃Shore do；〃 said Flo。 〃I knew that。 But don't mind Glenn。 He's full of tricks； Carley。 He'd give us a hunch to lie out in the wet 〃
Hutter burst into his hearty laugh。 〃Wal； I'd rather get some things anyday than a bad cold。〃
〃Shore I've had both；〃 replied Flo； in her easy drawl； 〃and I'd prefer the cold。 But for Carley's sake〃
〃Pray don't consider me；〃 said Carley。 The rather crude drift of the conversation affronted her。
〃Well； my dear；〃 put in Glenn； 〃it's a bad night outside。 We'll all make our beds here。〃
〃Glenn； you shore are a nervy fellow；〃 drawled Flo。
Long after everybody was in bed Carley lay awake in the blackness of the cabin； sensitively fidgeting and quivering over imaginative contact with creeping things。 The fire had died out。 A cold air passed through the room。 On the roof pattered gusts of rain。 Carley heard a rustling of mice。 It did not seem possible that she could keep awake； yet she strove to do so。 But her pangs of body； her extreme fatigue soon yielded to the quiet and rest of her bed； engendering a drowsiness that proved irresistible。
Morning brought fair weather and sunshine； which helped to sustain Carley in her effort to brave out her pains and woes。 Another disagreeable day would have forced her to humiliating defeat。 Fortunately for her； the business of the men was concerned with the immediate neighborhood； in which they expected to stay all morning。
〃Flo； after a while persuade Carley to ride with you to the top of this first foothill；〃 said Glenn。 〃It's not far； and it's worth a good deal to see the Painted Desert from there。 The day is clear and the air free from dust。〃
〃Shore。 Leave it to me。 I want to get out of camp； anyhow。 That conceited hombre； Lee Stanton； will be riding in here；〃 answered Flo； laconically。
The slight knowing smile on Glenn's face and the grinning disbelief on Mr。 Hutter's were facts not lost upon Carley。 And w