Not a voice accosted her.

As far as she could peer among the lithe trunks of the saplings, not a sign of a living thing was near.
Yet whoever built that fire must be near, for it was obviously newly laid.

Perhaps some fleeing outlaw had pitched his camp here and had been startled by her coming.

In that case he lurked somewhere in the woods at that moment, his keen eyes fixed on her, and his gun gripped hard in his hand.

Perhaps--and the thought thrilled her--this little camp had been prepared by the same power, human or unearthly, which had watched over her early that morning.
All reason and sane caution warned her to ride on and leave that camp unmolested, but an overwhelming, tingling curiosity besieged her.