She lost all sense of time and compass; and so ran in a half circle, coming out at the river again.
The Indian twilight was rising in the east when she found herself again looking out upon the water, the stone still clutched tightly.

She gazed at the river, then at the stone, and again at the river.

The stone dropped with a thud at her feet.

The savage in her had not abated in the least; only her body was terribly worn and wearied and the robe, muddied and torn, enveloped her like a veil of ice.

Above her the lonely yellow sky; below her the sickly river; all about her silence which held a thousand menaces.