ce. But in three minutes he brought her into the open and
into full sight of King, riding up a gentle slope through big red-boled
cedars. When her fear died, as it did swiftly after the way of fear, it
left not the old, hot anger, but a new elemental emotion--cold hatred.

Thus upon their second morning the honeymoon entered upon its second
phase. Every moment brought some new discomfort to her; the saddle hurt
her: her clothes were torn, her tender skin bruised and scratched;
pains came stabbingly with early fatigue As for King, he had come
abruptly to look down upon her as utterly despicable; being a man of
high honour he convicted her out of hand as one without honour;
despising her, he despised himself for having linked his life in ever so
little with hers. But yesterday he had knelt to her humbly in his
innermost heart of hearts; now he sought to shut his mind against her
quite as definitely as he turned his back on her.

What sombre, misshapen edifice they should build upon these
corner-stones of hate and contempt was a matter into which no conjecture
could enter even slightly had their compelling environment been
different. In the city they would have turned their backs and walked
away from each other. But two storm-driven men upon a raft don't
separate until land is sighted. Gloria, at least, was in her present
plight comparable to a shipwrecked sailor of little skill and less
resource. Hence, what was to be, remained to be seen.

At ten o'clock the air was sun-warmed and sweet. Half an hour later the
genial day was made over by the high wind trailing vapours into a chill
bleak sky. They had climbed to fresh altitudes; the timber through which
they progressed indicated that a height of at least seven thousand feet
above sea-level had been passed. They passed through groves of the
thin-barked tamaracks, came at the base of a rugged slope to scattering
mountain pines, which reared into lusty perfection on bleak, wind-swept
levels, where many of their companion growths were beginning to run out
in dwarfed, twisted misery, and came to a rocky pass through the
mountains where on all sides the red cedar, the juniper of the Sierra,
throve hardily among bare boulders, crowning the lofty crests like a
sparse, stiff, hirsute display upon the gigantic body of the world. The
dwarf pine lingered here, straggling along the slopes, beaten down by
many a winter of wind and heavy snow. But by noon they had made a slow,
tedious