When Venters had saddled the two burros, strapped on the light packs and the two canteens, the sunlight was dispersing the lazy shadows from the valley.

Taking a last look at the caves and the silver spruces, Venters and Bess made a reluctant start, leading the burros.

Ring and Whitie looked keen and knowing.

Something seemed to drag at Venters's feet and he noticed Bess lagged behind.
Never had the climb from terrace to bridge appeared so long.
Not till they reached the opening of the gorge did they stop to rest and take one last look at the valley.

The tremendous arch of stone curved clear and sharp in outline against the morning sky.