That one word seemed to breathe to her the spirit of the wonderful energy that was expending itself all about her.

From farther on in the mountains came the deep, sullen detonations of the "little black giant" that had been rumbling past her in the car.

It came again and again, like the thunderous voice of the mountains themselves calling out in protest and defiance.

And each time she felt a curious thrill under her feet and the palpitant touch of something that was like a gentle breath in her ears.

She found another track on her way, and other cars slipped past her crunchingly.