Putting out his hand, he touched her upon the shoulder, and was about to speak.

But at his touch, with another cry, she sprang to her feet and, whirling with the flash-like quickness of a wild thing, vanished into the undergrowth that walled in the glade.
With a startled exclamation, the man tried to follow calling to her, reassuring her, begging her to come back.

But there was no answer to his words; nor did he catch a glimpse of her; though once or twice he thought he heard her in swift flight up the canyon.
All the way to the place where he had first seen her, he followed; but at the cedar thicket he stopped.

For a long time, he stood there; while the twilight failed and the night came.

Slowly,--in the soft darkness with bowed head, as one humbled and ashamed,--he went back down the canyon to the little glade, and to the camp..