Gradually Carley's strain relaxed, and also the muscular contraction by which she had braced herself in the seat.

The horses began to trot again.

The wheels rattled.
The road wound around abrupt corners, and soon the green and red wall of the opposite side of the canyon loomed close.

Low roar of running water rose to Carley's ears.

When at length she looked out instead of down she could see nothing but a mass of green foliage crossed by tree trunks and branches of brown and gray.