When dust rose once more Lenore covered her face, although, obsessed as she was by the deep change in herself, neither dust nor heat nor distance affected her greatly.

Like the miles the moments sped by.

She was aware through closed eyes when darkness fell.

Stops were frequent after the Copper River had been crossed, and her father appeared to meet and question many persons in the towns they passed.

Most of his questioning pertained to the I.W.W.And even excited whispering by her father and Jake had no power to interest her.