Her eyes were raised to the
walls of scrub lining the roadway. They searched vainly for a sign.
There was none. Simply the riot of nature about her, and, at her feet,
those tracks.
She moved. Then swiftly she passed across to the western side of the
roadway where the westering sun threw ample shadow. All unconsciously
it seemed her movements became almost furtive, furtive and rapid. She
passed down the bush-lined way, hugging the grassy edges to avoid
leaving trace of her footsteps in the sand. Understanding was with
her, and that understanding warned her of the jeopardy in which she
stood should her presence be advertised.
Thought, speculation and imagination were a-riot in her now. She was
proceeding in the direction the broad cloven hoof marks indicated.
What--lay beyond?
Many minutes passed. Breathless minutes of pulsing excitement for the
woman who knew only monotony and the drudgery of an outland life. No
womanish fears could deter her. She believed and hoped she was on the
eve of a great discovery, and such was her reckless desire that nothing
could deter her.
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