riders of the purple sage-第23章
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ere no rocks。 Soon； out of the pale gloom shone a still paler thing； and that was the low swell of slope。 Venters mounted it and his dogs walked beside him。 Once upon the stone he slowed to snail pace； straining his sight to avoid the pockets and holes。 Foot by foot he went up。 The weird cedars； like great demons and witches chained to the rock and writhing in silent anguish； loomed up with wide and twisting naked arms。 Venters crossed this belt of cedars； skirted the upper border； and recognized the tree he had marked； even before he saw his waving scarf。
Here he knelt and deposited the girl gently； feet first and slowly laid her out full length。 What he feared was to reopen one of her wounds。 If he gave her a violent jar； or slipped and fell！ But the supreme confidence so strangely felt that night admitted no such blunders。
The slope before him seemed to swell into obscurity to lose its definite outline in a misty； opaque cloud that shaded into the over…shadowing wall。 He scanned the rim where the serrated points speared the sky； and he found the zigzag crack。 It was dim； only a shade lighter than the dark ramparts； but he distinguished it； and that served。
Lifting the girl； he stepped upward； closely attending to the nature of the path under his feet。 After a few steps he stopped to mark his line with the crack in the rim。 The dogs clung closer to him。 While chasing the rabbit this slope had appeared interminable to him； now； burdened as he was； he did not think of length or height or toil。 He remembered only to avoid a misstep and to keep his direction。 He climbed on； with frequent stops to watch the rim； and before he dreamed of gaining the bench he bumped his knees into it； and saw； in the dim gray light； his rifle and the rabbit。 He had come straight up without mishap or swerving off his course； and his shut teeth unlocked。
As he laid the girl down in the shallow hollow of the little ridge with her white face upturned； she opened her eyes。 Wide； staring black； at once like both the night and the stars； they made her face seem still whiter。
〃Isityou？〃 she asked； faintly。
〃Yes；〃 replied Venters。
〃Oh！ Whereare we？〃
〃I'm taking you to a safe place where no one will ever find you。 I must climb a little here and call the dogs。 Don't be afraid。 I'll soon come for you。〃
She said no more。 Her eyes watched him steadily for a moment and then closed。 Venters pulled off his boots and then felt for the little steps in the rock。 The shade of the cliff above obscured the point he wanted to gain； but he could see dimly a few feet before him。 What he had attempted with care he now went at with surpassing lightness。 Buoyant； rapid； sure； he attained the corner of wall and slipped around it。 Here he could not see a hand before his face； so he groped along； found a little flat space； and there removed the saddle…bags。 The lasso he took back with him to the corner and looped the noose over the spur of rock。
〃RingWhitiecome；〃 he called； softly。
Low whines came up from below。
〃Here！ Come； WhitieRing；〃 he repeated； this time sharply。
Then followed scraping of claws and pattering of feet； and out of the gray gloom below him swiftly climbed the dogs to reach his side and pass beyond。
Venters descended； holding to the lasso。 He tested its strength by throwing all his weight upon it。 Then he gathered the girl up； and； holding her securely in his left arm； he began to climb； at every few steps jerking his right hand upward along the lasso。 It sagged at each forward movement he made； but he balanced himself lightly during the interval when he lacked the support of a taut rope。 He climbed as if he had wings； the strength of a giant； and knew not the sense of fear。 The sharp corner of cliff seemed to cut out of the darkness。 He reached it and the protruding shelf； and then； entering the black shade of the notch； he moved blindly but surely to the place where he had left the saddle…bags。 He heard the dogs； though he could not see them。 Once more he carefully placed the girl at his feet。 Then； on hands and knees； he went over the little flat space； feeling for stones。 He removed a number； and； scraping the deep dust into a heap； he unfolded the outer blanket from around the girl and laid her upon this bed。 Then he went down the slope again for his boots； rifle； and the rabbit； and； bringing also his lasso with him； he made short work of that trip。
〃Areyouthere？〃 The girl's voice came low from the blackness。
〃Yes；〃 he replied； and was conscious that his laboring breast made speech difficult。
〃Are wein a cave？〃
〃Yes。〃
〃Oh； listen！。。。The waterfall！。。。I hear it！ You've brought me back！〃
Venters heard a murmuring moan that one moment swelled to a pitch almost softly shrill and the next lulled to a low； almost inaudible sigh。
〃That'swind blowingin thecliffs；〃 he panted。 〃You're far from Oldring'scanyon。〃
The effort it cost him to speak made him conscious of extreme lassitude following upon great exertion。 It seemed that when he lay down and drew his blanket over him the action was the last before utter prostration。 He stretched inert； wet； hot； his body one great strife of throbbing； stinging nerves and bursting veins。 And there he lay for a long while before he felt that he had begun to rest。
Rest came to him that night； but no sleep。 Sleep he did not want。 The hours of strained effort were now as if they had never been； and he wanted to think。 Earlier in the day he had dismissed an inexplicable feeling of change； but now； when there was no longer demand on his cunning and strength and he had time to think； he could not catch the illusive thing that had sadly perplexed as well as elevated his spirit。
Above him； through a V…shaped cleft in the dark rim of the cliff； shone the lustrous stars that had been his lonely accusers for a long； long year。 To…night they were different。 He studied them。 Larger； whiter； more radiant they seemed； but that was not the difference he meant。 Gradually it came to him that the distinction was not one he saw； but one he felt。 In this he divined as much of the baffling change as he thought would be revealed to him then。 And as he lay there； with the singing of the cliff…winds in his ears； the white stars above the dark； bold vent； the difference which he felt was that he was no longer alone。
CHAPTER IX。 SILVER SPRUCE AND ASPENS
The rest of that night seemed to Venters only a few moments of starlight； a dark overcasting of sky； an hour or so of gray gloom； and then the lighting of dawn。
When he had bestirred himself； feeding the hungry dogs and breaking his long fast； and had repacked his saddle…bags； it was clear daylight； though the sun had not tipped the yellow wall in the east。 He concluded to make the climb and descent into Surprise Valley in one trip。 To that end he tied his blanket upon Ring and gave Whitie the extra lasso and the rabbit to carry。 Then； with the rifle and saddle…bags slung upon his back； he took up the girl。 She did not awaken from heavy slumber。
That climb up under the rugged； menacing brows of the broken cliffs； in the face of a grim； leaning boulder that seemed to be weary of its age…long wavering； was a tax on strength and nerve that Venters felt equally with something sweet and strangely exulting in its accomplishment。 He did not pause until he gained the narrow divide and there he rested。 Balancing Rock loomed huge； cold in the gray light of dawn； a thing without life； yet it spoke silently to Venters： 〃I am waiting to plunge down； to shatter and crash； roar and boom； to bury your trail； and close forever the outlet to Deception Pass！〃
On the descent of the other side Venters had easy going； but was somewhat concerned because Whitie appeared to have succumbed to temptation； and while carrying the rabbit was also chewing on it。 And Ring evidently regarded this as an injury to himself； especially as he had carried the heavier load。 Presently he snapped at one end of the rabbit and refused to let go。 But his action prevented Whitie from further misdoing； and then the two dogs pattered down； carrying the rabbit between them。
Venters turned out of the gorge； and suddenly paused stock…still； astounded at the scene before hi
