Lucy Bostil could not control the glow of strange excitement under which she labored, but she could put her mind on the riding of Sage King.

She did not realize, however, that she was riding him under the stress and spell of that excitement.
She had headed out to make a short cut, fairly sure of her direction, yet she was not unaware of the fact that she would be lost till she ran across her trail.

That might be easy to miss and time was flying.

She put the King to a brisk trot, winding through the aisles of the sage.
Soon she had left the monument region and was down on the valley floor again.

From time to time she conquered a desire to look back.