Twilight brought cold wind, the staccato bark of coyotes, the flicker of camp fires through the cedars.

She tried to embrace all her sensations, but they were so rapid and many that she failed.
The cold, clear, silent night brought back the charm of the desert.
How flaming white the stars! The great spire-pointed peaks lifted cold pale-gray outlines up into the deep star-studded sky.

Carley walked a little to and fro, loath to go to her tent, though tired.

She wanted calm.

But instead of achieving calmness she grew more and more towards a strange state of exultation.
Westward, only a matter of twenty or thirty miles, lay the deep rent in the level desert--Oak Creek Canyon.