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The Music.
To the last ravine Kate's horse carried her easily enough, but that mountain pass was impenetrable through all its length to anything except the uncanny agility of Satan, and so she left the cow-pony in the bottom of the gorge and climbed the last rise on foot.
On the mountainside above her, it was not easy to locate the cave, for the slope was clawed into ravines and confused with meaningless criss-cross gulches.

Whatever scrub evergreens grew there stood under the shade of boulders which threatened each instant to topple over and go thundering to the base.

She had come upon the cave by chance in her ride with Dan, and now she hunted vainly through the great stones for the entrance.

A fresh wind, chill with the snows of the upper peaks, pulled and tugged at her and cut her face and hands with flying bits of sand.