It was the heart of twilight before he came to the middle of his climb and stepped onto a nearly level shoulder some acres in compass.

Here he stood for a moment while the muscles, cramped from climbing, loosened again, and he looked down at the work he had already accomplished.

It was a dizzy fall to the lowlands.

The big foothills were mere dimples on the earth and limitless plain moved east towards darkness.

The stallion breathed deep of the pure mountain air, contented.