Still, she must ask some questions; her positive mind required some additional knowledge which must be gained ere she could afford to let her visitor return home.

Shotaye returned to the entrance, looked stealthily outside, and listened.

Dusk had set in, and the bottom of the gorge was wrapped in twilight.

The shrubbery along the brook appeared dim and pale, the lofty pines looked like black monuments.

On the southern declivity all detail had vanished, but the top of the southern mesa glistened yet like a golden seam.