She did a little botanizing--anything to occupy her mind and keep it from the ugly visions and fears.

But all too soon she had exhausted the resources of her hiding place.

She looked down into the valley to the north--the valley through which she had come.

She might go down there and roam; it would be something to do, and her young impatience of restraint was making her so restless that she felt she could not endure the confines of that little rock.

It had seemed huge; a brief experience of freedom, a few hours between her and the night's horrors and terrors, and it had shrunk to a tiny prison cell.