Compared with what her lot had been until such a few brief days before, this lot of friendless wanderer in the wilderness was dark indeed.

But she was comparing it with the monstrous dream from which it was the awakening.

She was almost happy--and madly hungry.
An enormous bowlder, high above her and firmly fixed in the spine of the hill, invited as a place where she could see without being seen, could hide securely until darkness came again.

She climbed to the base of it, found that she might reach the top by stepping from ledge to ledge with the aid of the trees growing so close around it that some of their boughs seemed rooted in its weather-dented cliffs.

She dragged herself upward the fifty or sixty feet, glad of the difficulties because they would make any pursuer feel certain she had not gone that way.