formerly been one raid or shooting fray in the little hamlets there were now many。 Perhaps Oldring had another range farther on up the pass； and from theredrove the cattle to distant Utah towns where he was little known But Venters came finally to doubt this。 And； from what he had learned in the last few days； a belief began to form in Venters's mind that Oldring's intimidations of the villages and the mystery of the Masked Rider； with his alleged evil deeds； and the fierce resistance offered any trailing riders； and the rustling of cattle these things were only the craft of the rustler…chief to conceal his real life and purpose and work in Deception Pass。
And like a scouting Indian Venters crawled through the sage of the oval valley； crossed trail after trail on the north side； and at last entered the canyon out of which headed the cattle trail； and into which he had watched the rustlers disappear。
If he had used caution before； now he strained every nerve to force himself to creeping stealth and to sensitiveness of ear。 He crawled along so hidden that he could not use his eyes except to aid himself in the toilsome progress through the brakes and ruins of cliff…wall。 Yet from time to time； as he rested； he saw the massive red walls growing higher and wilder； more looming and broken。 He made note of the fact that he was turning and climbing。 The sage and thickets of oak and brakes of alder gave place to pinyon pine growing out of rocky soil。 Suddenly a low； dull murmur assailed his ears。 At first he thought it was thunder； then the slipping of a weathered slope of rock。 But it was incessant； and as he progressed it filled out deeper and from a murmur changed into a soft roar。
〃Falling water；〃 he said。 〃There's volume to that。 I wonder if it's the stream I lost。〃
The roar bothered him； for he could hear nothing else。 Likewise； however； no rustlers could hear him。 Emboldened by this and sure that nothing but a bird could see him； he arose from his hands and knees to hurry on。 An opening in the pinyons warned him that he was nearing the height of slope。
He gained it； and dropped low with a burst of astonishment。 Before him stretched a short canyon with rounded stone floor bare of grass or sage or tree； and with curved； shelving walls。 A broad rippling stream flowed toward him； and at the back of the canyon waterfall burst from a wide rent in the cliff； and； bounding down in two green steps； spread into a long white sheet。
If Venters had not been indubitably certain that he had entered the right canyon his astonishment would not have been so great。 There had been no breaks in the walls； no side canyons entering this one where the rustlers' tracks and the cattle trail had guided him； and； therefore； he could not be wrong。 But here the canyon ended； and presumably the trails also。
〃That cattle trail headed out of here；〃 Venters kept saying to himself。 〃It headed out。 Now what I want to know is how on earth did cattle ever get in here？〃
If he could be sure of anything it was of the careful scrutiny he had given that cattle track； every hoofmark of which headed straight west。 He was now looking east at an immense round boxed corner of canyon down which tumbled a thin； white veil of water； scarcely twenty yards wide。 Somehow； somewhere； his calculations had gone wrong。 For the first time in years he found himself doubting his rider's skill in finding tracks； and his memory of what he had actually seen。 In his anxiety to keep under cover he must have lost himself in this offshoot of Deception Pass； and thereby in some unaccountable manner； missed the canyon with the trails。 There was nothing else for him to think。 Rustlers could not fly； nor cattle jump down thousand…foot precipices。 He was only proving what the sage…riders had long said of this labyrinthine system of deceitful canyons and valleystrails led down into Deception Pass； but no rider had ever followed them。
On a sudden he heard above the soft roar of the waterfall an unusual sound that he could not define。 He dropped flat behind a stone and listened。 From the direction he had come swelled something that resembled a strange muffled pounding and splashing and ringing。 Despite his nerve the chill sweat began to dampen his forehead。 What might not be possible in this stonewalled maze of mystery？ The unnatural sound passed beyond him as he lay gripping his rifle and fighting for coolness。 Then from the open came the sound； now distinct and different。 Venters recognized a hobble…bell of a horse； and the cracking of iron on submerged stones； and the hollow splash of hoofs in water。
Relief surged over him。 His mind caught again at realities； and curiosity prompted him to peep from behind the rock。
In the middle of the stream waded a long string of packed burros driven by three superbly mounted men。 Had Venters met these dark…clothed； dark…visaged； heavily armed men anywhere in Utah； let alone in this robbers' retreat； he would have recognized them as rustlers。 The discerning eye of a rider saw the signs of a long； arduous trip。 These men were packing in supplies from one of the northern villages。 They were tired； and their horses were almost played out； and the burros plodded on； after the manner of their kind when exhausted； faithful and patient； but as if every weary； splashing； slipping step would be their last。
All this Venters noted in one glance。 After that he watched with a thrilling eagerness。 Straight at the waterfall the rustlers drove the burros； and straight through the middle； where the water spread into a fleecy； thin film like dissolving smoke。 Following closely； the rustlers rode into this white mist； showing in bold black relief for an instant； and then they vanished。
Venters drew a full breath that rushed out in brief and sudden utterance。
〃Good Heaven！ Of all the holes for a rustler！。。。There's a cavern under that waterfall； and a passageway leading out to a canyon beyond。 Oldring hides in there。 He needs only to guard a trail leading down from the sage…flat above。 Little danger of this outlet to the pass being discovered。 I stumbled on it by luck； after I had given up。 And now I know the truth of what puzzled me mostwhy that cattle trail was wet！〃
He wheeled and ran down the slope； and out to the level of the sage…brush。 Returning； he had no time to spare； only now and then； between dashes； a moment when he stopped to cast sharp eyes ahead。 The abundant grass left no trace of his trail。 Short work he made of the distance to the circle of canyons。 He doubted that he would ever see it again； he knew he never wanted to； yet he looked at the red corners and towers with the eyes of a rider picturing landmarks never to be forgotten。
Here he spent a panting moment in a slow…circling gaze of the sage…oval and the gaps between the bluffs。 Nothing stirred except the gentle wave of the tips of the brush。 Then he pressed on past the mouths of several canyons and over ground new to him； now close under the eastern wall。 This latter part proved to be easy traveling； well screened from possible observation from the north and west； and he soon covered it and felt safer in the deepening shade of his own canyon。 Then the huge； notched bulge of red rim loomed over him； a mark by which he knew again the deep cove where his camp lay hidden。 As he penetrated the thicket； safe again for the present； his thoughts reverted to the girl he had left there。 The afternoon had far advanced。 How would he find her？ He ran into camp； frightening the dogs。
The girl lay with wide…open； dark eyes； and they dilated when he knelt beside her。 The flush of fever shone in her cheeks。 He lifted her and held water to her dry lips； and felt an inexplicable sense of lightness as he saw her swallow in a slow； choking gulp。 Gently he laid her back。
〃Whoareyou？〃 she whispered； haltingly。
〃I'm the man who shot you；〃 he replied。
〃You'llnotkill menow？〃
〃No； no。〃
〃Whatwillyoudowith me？〃
〃When you get betterstrong enoughI'll take you back to the canyon where the rustlers ride through the waterfall。〃
As with a faint shadow from a flitting wing overhead； the marble whiteness of her face seemed to change。
〃Don'ttakemebackthere！〃
CHAPTER VI。 THE MILL…WHEEL OF STEERS
Meantime； at the ranch； when Judkins's news had sent Venters on the trail of the rustlers； Jane Withersteen led the injured man to her house and with skilled fingers dressed the gunshot wound in his arm。
〃Judkins； what do you think happened to my riders？〃
〃II d rather not say；〃 he replied。
〃Tell me。 Whatever you'll tell me I'll keep to myself。 I'm beginning to worry about more than the loss of a herd of cattle。 Venters hinted of but tell me； Judkins。〃
〃Well； Miss Withersteen； I think as Venters thinksyour riders have been called in。〃
〃Judkins！。。。By whom？〃
〃You know who handles the reins of your Mormon riders。〃
〃Do you dare insinuate that my churchmen have ordered in my riders？〃
〃I ain't insinuatin' nothin'； Miss Withersteen；〃 answered Judkins； with spirit。 〃I know what I'm talking about。 I didn't want to tell you。〃
〃Oh； I can't believe that！ I'll not believe it！ Would Tull leave my herds at the mercy of rustlers and wolves just becausebecause？ No； no！ It's unbelievable。〃
〃Yes； thet particular thing's onheard of around Cottonwoods But； beggin' pardon； Miss Withersteen； there never was any other rich Mormon woman here on the border； let alone one thet's taken the bit between her teeth。〃
That was a bold thing for the reserved Judkins to say； but it did not anger her。 This rider's crude hint of her spirit gave her a glimpse of what others might think。 Humility and obedience had been hers always。 But had she taken the bit between her teeth？ Still she wavered。 And then； with quick spurt of warm blood along her veins； she thought of Black Star when he got the bit fast between his iron jaws and ran wild in the sage。 If she ever started to run！ Jane smothered the glow and burn within her； ashamed of a passion for freedom that opposed her duty。
〃Judkins； go to the village；〃 she said； 〃and when you have learned anything definite about my riders please come to me at once。〃
When he had gone Jane resolutely applied her mind to a number of tasks that of late had been