He removed a number, and, scraping the deep dust into a heap, he unfolded the outer blanket from around the girl and laid her upon this bed.

Then he went down the slope again for his boots, rifle, and the rabbit, and, bringing also his lasso with him, he made short work of that trip.
"Are--you--there ?" The girl's voice came low from the blackness.
"Yes," he replied, and was conscious that his laboring breast made speech difficult.
"Are we--in a cave ?" "Yes." "Oh, listen!...

The waterfall!...

I hear it! You've brought me back!" Venters heard a murmuring moan that one moment swelled to a pitch almost softly shrill and the next lulled to a low, almost inaudible sigh.
"That's--wind blowing--in the--cliffs," he panted.

"You're far from Oldring's--canyon." The effort it cost him to speak made him conscious of extreme lassitude following upon great exertion.