It wasn't the wisest course I could take, perhaps, but it was like to prove the most exciting, and I never was remarkable for my wisdom.

It seemed to me that it was necessary to my self-respect to return the way I came--and I may as well confess that I hoped Miss King was an early riser.

As it was, I killed what time I could, and so spent a couple of hours where one would have sufficed.
Half a mile out from the mouth of the pass, I observed a human form crowning the peak of a sharp-pointed little butte that rose up out of the prairie; since the form seemed to be in skirts, I made for the spot.
Shylock puffed up the steep slope, and at last stopped still and looked back at me in utter disgust; so I took the hint and got off, and led him up the rest of the way.
"Good morning.

We meet on neutral ground," I greeted when I was close behind her.

"I propose a truce." She jumped a bit, and looked very much astonished to see me there so close.