And if it was, then Miss Allen would be there.

He took a deep breath and went up the last steep pitch in a spurt of speed that surprised himself.
At the top he stood panting and searched the canyon below him.

Just across the canyon was the high peak which Miss Allen had climbed afoot.
But down below him he saw her horse circling about in a trampled place under a young cottonwood.
You would never accuse Andy Green of being weak, or of having unsteady nerves, I hope.
But it is the truth that he felt his knees give way while he looked; and it was a minute or two before he had any voice with which to call to her.

Then he shouted, and the great hill opposite flung back the echoes maddeningly.
He started running down the ridge, and brought up in the canyon's bottom near the horse.

It was growing shadowy now to the top of the lower ridges, although the sun shone faintly on the crest of the peak.