The tracks had abruptly swung
westward. She rounded the bend, and, in a moment, found herself gazing
out over a wide valley from a dizzy height.
Her first feeling was that the drop was sheer, precipitate. Then
realization superseded, and she flung herself full length upon the
ground and pressed her way into the shelter of an adjacent bush. The
path had not ended. It passed over the brink and continued its way
zigzagging down the terrific slope to the valley below. It was this,
and the sight of a distant spiral of smoke rising from below, which had
flung her into the shelter of the friendly bush. Her risk had only
been momentary, but even in that moment she had been silhouetted in
full view of any chance gaze below.
She drew herself toward the edge of the drop. Just where she had flung
herself it was clean and sheer, and the bush overhung. Thus she was
left with a full view of the depths below. Her dark eyes dwelt upon
the zigzagging path. She followed its downward course to the green
plain. She tracked it across to the far side of the valley.
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