CHAPTER XII.
Vague sense of movement, of darkness, and of cold attended Carley's consciousness for what seemed endless time.
A fall over rocks and a severe thrust from a sharp branch brought an acute appreciation of her position, if not of her mental state.

Night had fallen.

The stars were out.

She had stumbled over a low ledge.
Evidently she had wandered around, dazedly and aimlessly, until brought to her senses by pain.

But for a gleam of campfires through the cedars she would have been lost.