"All right--then if you're not hiding, I'm going to." As he did not reply, she went on: "If I can keep out of sight for a couple of weeks, this thing will blow over here, and I can get across into Yolo.

I could get a fair show there, where the boys know me.

Just now the trails are all watched, but no one would think of lookin' here." "Then how did you come to think of it ?" he asked carelessly.
"Because I knew that bear hadn't gone far for that sugar; because I know he hadn't stole it from a cache--it was too fresh, and we'd have seen the torn-up earth; because we had passed no camp; and because I knew there was no shanty here.

And, besides," she added in a low voice, "maybe I was huntin' a hole myself to die in--and spotted it by instinct." There was something in this suggestion of a hunted animal that, unlike anything she had previously said or suggested, was not exaggerated, and caused the young man to look at her again.

She was standing under the chimney-like opening, and the light from above illuminated her head and shoulders.