ly satisfying drink for days. If he was rested that
day, on the morrow he would be fit for the grueling work possibly in
store for him. Slone unsaddled the horse and turned him loose, and with
a snort he made down the gentle slope for the grass. Then Slone carried
his saddle to a shady spot afforded by a slab of rock and a dwarf cedar,
and here he composed himself to rest and watch and think and wait.

Wildfire was plainly in sight no more than two miles away. Gradually he
was grazing along toward the monuments and the far end of the great
basin. Slone believed, because the place was so large, that Wildfire
thought there was a way out on the other side or over the slopes or
through the walls. Never before had the farsighted stallion made a
mistake. Slone suddenly felt the keen, stabbing fear of an outlet
somewhere. But it left him quickly. He had studied those slopes and
walls. Wildfire could not get out, except by the pass he had entered,
unless he could fly.

Slone lay in the shade, his head propped on his saddle, and while gazing
down into the shimmering hollow he began to plan. He calculated that he
must be able to carry fire swiftly across the far end of the basin, so
that he would not be absent long from the mouth of the pass. Fire was
always a difficult matter, since he must depend only on flint and steel.
He decided to wait till dark, build a fire with dead cedar sticks, and
carry a bundle of them with burning ends. He felt assured that the wind
caused by riding would keep them burning. After he had lighted the grass
all he had to do was to hurry back to his station and there await
developments.

The day passed slowly, and it was hot. The heat-waves rose in dark,
wavering lines and veils from the valley. The wind blew almost a gale.
Thin, curling sheets of sand blew up over the crests of the slopes, and
the sound it made was a soft, silken rustling, very low. The sky was a
steely blue above and copper close over the distant walls.

That afternoon, toward the close, Slone ate the last of the meat. At
sunset the wind died away and the air cooled. There was a strip of red
along the wall of rock and on the tips of the monuments, and it lingered
there for long, a strange, bright crown. Nagger was not far away, but
Wildfire had disappeared, probably behind one of the monuments.

When twilight fell Slone went down after Nagger and, returning with him,
put on bridle and saddle. Then he began to search for suitable s