Soon Jane left the trail and rode into the sage, and presently she dismounted and threw her bridle.

The men did likewise.

Then, on foot, they followed her, coming out at length on the rim of a low escarpment.

She passed by several little ridges of earth to halt before a faintly defined mound.

It lay in the shade of a sweeping sage-brush close to the edge of the promontory; and a rider could have jumped his horse over it without recognizing a grave.
"Here!" She looked sad as she spoke, but she offered no explanation for the neglect of an unmarked, uncared-for grave.