The air lost something of its cold, cutting edge as the sun rose higher, and it gained sweeter tang of forest-land.

The first faint suggestion of that fragrance was utterly new to Helen, yet it brought a vague sensation of familiarity and with it an emotion as strange.

It was as if she had smelled that keen, pungent tang long ago, and her physical sense caught it before her memory.
The yellow plain had only appeared to be level.

Roy led down into a shallow ravine, where a tiny stream meandered, and he followed this around to the left, coming at length to a point where cedars and dwarf pines formed a little grove.

Here, as the others rode up, he sat cross-legged in his saddle, and waited.
"We'll hang up awhile," he said.