The canyon turned, brightened, opened into a long, wide, wall-enclosed valley.

Again the sun, lowering in the west, reddened the sage.

Far ahead round, scrawled stone appeared to block the Pass.
"Bear up, Jane, bear up!" called Lassiter.

"It's our game, if you don't weaken." "Lassiter! Go on--alone! Save little Fay!" "Only with you!" "Oh!--I'm a coward--a miserable coward! I can't fight or think or hope or pray! I'm lost! Oh, Lassiter, look back! Is he coming?
I'll not--hold out--" "Keep your breath, woman, an' ride not for yourself or for me, but for Fay!" A last breaking run across the sage brought Lassiter's horse to a walk.
"He's done," said the rider.
"Oh, no--no!" moaned Jane.
"Look back, Jane, look back.

Three--four miles we've come across this valley, en' no Tull yet in sight.