Finally the wind fell off to a pleasant breeze, and the clouds of the rain broke in the center of the heavens and toppled west in great tumbling masses.

In half an hour's time the sky was clear, and a cold moon looked down on the blue-black evergreens, shining faintly with the wet, and on the dead black of the mountains.
For the first time in all that ride her companion spoke: "In an hour the gray will begin in the east.

Suppose we camp here, eat, get a bit of sleep, and then start again ?" As if she had waited for permission, fighting against her weariness, she now let down the bars of her will, and a tingling stupor swept over her body and broke in hot, numbing waves on her brain.
"Whatever you say.

I'm afraid I couldn't ride much further tonight." "Look up at me." She raised her head.
"No; you're all in.

But you've made a game ride.