Her eyes did not take in the magnificent sweep of the valley below.

They saw nothing of the snow-capped peaks beyond.

There was something wild and unnatural in their steady gaze.

Aldous dropped behind her as they began the gradual descent from the crest of the break and his own heart began to beat more apprehensively; the old question flashed back upon him, and he felt again the oppression that once before had held him in its grip.

His eyes did not leave Joanne.