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When Joan returned to consciousness she was lying half outside the

opening of the cabin and above her was a drift of blue gun-s upward Almost as swiftly as perception of that

s She did

not hear a sound except the tinkle and babble and gentle rush of the

brook Kells was dead, then And over the horror of her act

was a relief, a freedo that whispered justification of the fatal deed

She got up and, avoiding to look within the cabin, walked away The

sun was alone?

"I ht quickened her

Down the canon the horses were grazing She hurried along the trail,

trying to decide whether to follow this diet out the way she had been brought in She decided upon the

latter If she traveled slowly, and watched for fas she had seen once, and hunted carefully for the tracks, she

believed she e to try Then

she caught her pony and led him back to camp

"What shall I take?" she pondered She decided upon very little--a