ed that all she need do was get to the bottom.

After an hour or two she decided to climb the peak again, get her
bearings from the top and come down more carefully. She was wild with
apprehension--though I must say it was not for her own plight but
on account of the Kid. So she climbed. And then everything looked so
different that she believed she had climbed another hill entirely. So
she went down again and turned into a gorge which seemed to lead in
the direction where she had seen the little lost boy. She followed that
quite a long way--and that one petered out like the first.

Miss Allen found the gorges filling up with shadow, and she looked up
and saw the sky crimson and gold, and she knew then without any doubts
that she was lost. Miss Allen was a brave young woman, or she would not
have been down in that country in the first place; but just the same
she sat down with her back against a clay bank and cried because of the
eeriness and the silence, and because she was hungry and she knew she
was going to be cold before morning--but mostly because she could not
find that poor, brave little baby boy who had waved his hat when she
left him, and shouted that he was not a baby.

In a few minutes she pulled herself together and went on; there was
nothing to be gained by sitting in one place and worrying. She walked
until it was too dark to see, and then, because she had come upon a
little, level canyon bottom--though one that was perfectly strange--she
stopped there where a high bank sheltered her from the wind that was too
cool for comfort. She called, a few times, until she was sure that the
child was not within hearing. After that she repeated poetry to keep
her mind off the loneliness and the pity of that poor baby alone like
herself. She would not think of him if she could help it.

When she began to shiver so that her teeth chattered, she would walk up
and down before the bank until she felt warm again; then she would sit
with her back against the clay and close her eyes and try to sleep. It
was not a pleasant way in which to pass a whole night, but Miss Allen
endured it as best she could. When the sun tinged the hill-tops she got
up stiffly and dragged herself out of the canyon where she could get the
direction straight in her mind, and then set off resolutely to find the
Kid. She no longer had much thought of finding her horse, though she
missed him terribly, and wished she had the lunch that was tied to the