ild had touched it Charmed by
the glow, when left alone, he laid his baby hand flat on it, and burned
deep into the palm were those letters, "S S, 64."

She would know him among a million by that mark.

But he was dead. The Indians remained.

The woman in black stood up. Why should she not go to them? There were
pools in the plain where she could drink. That would be enough.

The men were away; the women were at work. Who could stop her?

She put on her bonnet and started off down the hill through the green
bushes. The air was still crisp, though the sun was hot.

The desert must have an end. She would keep on to Mexico. She walked
quickly, and her dress grew gray with dust, and the air scorching, as
she reached the plain. But she kept on, and only looked back once at the
house on the hill, and at the window where the pale woman sat.

The dust choked her, and she stumbled, and the sole of one shoe came
half off, and slapped, and banged, and delayed her as she walked. She
tore it off and went on, but the sand cut and burned her so that she sat
down and wept, and wanted to go back for her other pair, the ones she
wore on Sundays. The hill, though, looked so distant that she wearily
got up and went on, on, till she could go no more, and crept under the
shadow of a rock. There was no water near. Her throat was parched, and
her temples beat wildly. She must go back and start again, strengthened,
fortified. She would start tomorrow, or at night, when the cool would
let her get too far to return.

By slow degrees she dragged herself up the hill. The pale woman came
out of her house, and nodded, but the woman in black did not smile in
return. She closed her door, and went up to her bed, and fell on it,
and slept, amid the buzzing of the flies and the fitful flapping of the
window-shade in the breeze.

The pale woman sighed and glanced across the plain. The roll of blowing
dust was larger, and more regular, and nearer. The woman shuddered as
she watched it creep slowly along behind the sand mounds. "It always
blows," she said to herself, "but not like that, so steadily, so even."
She strained her eyes, but there was only dust to be seen. Then she
thought of a telescope that belonged to the minister's wife, who came
from a seaport town, and ran to fetch it. The two women came out with
it together, the minister's wife laughing at her friend, she was such a
timid thing! But the pale woman was paler than ever, and trembled