She watched him stride swiftly up to his horse, untie the halter, and mount.

Ellen had an impression of his arrowlike straight figure, and sinuous grace and ease.

Then he looked back at the promontory, as if to fix a picture of it in his mind, and rode away along the Rim.

She watched him out of sight.

What ailed her?
Something was wrong with her, but she recognized only relief.
When Isbel had been gone long enough to assure Ellen that she might safely venture forth she crawled through the pine thicket to the Rim on the other side of the point.