Then she
drew a sharp breath, and her eyes widened.
The telltale smoke rose from the heart of a woodland bluff, and near by
a large herd of cattle was grazing, watched over by three mounted men
whose horses were moving slowly over the bright green carpet of grass.
She lay quite still, regardless of all but those moving figures, and
the dark green bluff. She was watching and waiting for she knew not
what. Her heart was thumping in her bosom, and her breath came
rapidly. There was no question in her mind. In a moment her whole
life seemed to have changed. The day had dawned to a contemplation of
the monotonous round of drudging routine, only to close with a thrill
such as she had never dreamed could be hers.
The moments passed; rapid, poignant moments. The sun dipped lower
toward the alabaster crests of distant mountain peaks. The peace of
the scene suggested nothing of the turbulent thought a-riot behind her
wide, dark eyes. What must be done? What could she do--a woman? She
felt helpless--so helpless.
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