Lassiter lengthened the stirrup straps on one of the burros and bade her mount and ride close to him.

She was to keep the burro from cracking his little hard hoofs on stones.

Then she was riding on between dark, gleaming walls.

There were quiet and rest and coolness in this canyon.

She noted indifferently that they passed close under shady, bulging shelves of cliff, through patches of grass and sage and thicket and groves of slender trees, and over white, pebbly washes, and around masses of broken rock.