The pale gloom of the cave had shadowed people long ago.

He saw that Bess had received the same shock--could not in moments such as this escape her feeling living, thinking destiny.
"Bern, people have lived here," she said, with wide, thoughtful eyes.
"Yes," he replied.
"How long ago ?" "A thousand years and more." "What were they ?" "Cliff-dwellers.

Men who had enemies and made their homes high out of reach." "They had to fight ?" "Yes." "They fought for--what ?" "For life.

For their homes, food, children, parents--for their women!" "Has the world changed any in a thousand years ?" "I don't know--perhaps a little." "Have men ?" "I hope so--I think so." "Things crowd into my mind," she went on, and the wistful light in her eyes told Venters the truth of her thoughts.

"I've ridden the border of Utah.