The woman started. She threw up her head. Her wide eyes, wonderful and dark, searched the deep aisles1 of the shaded pine woods about her. Her hair hung loosely in a knot at the nape of her neck, and its intensely dark masses made an exquisite2 framing for the oval of the handsome face beneath the loose brim of wide prairie hat.
The stillness of these wooded slopes of the Cathills was profound. They possessed3 something of the solemnity belonging to the parent range of the Rockies beyond. For they were almost primeval. The woman might have belonged to them, her dark beauty so harmonized with its surroundings. Yet for all her coloring, for all the buckskin she wore for upper garment, there was nothing in her nature of the outlands which now claimed her. She was of the cities. She was bred and nurtured4 in the civilized5 places. The life about her was another life. It was crude and foreign to her. It claimed her by force of circumstance against every instinct and emotion.
Her searching ceased, and her eyes fixed6 their steady regard upon a gray-brown object moving amongst the myriad7 of black stanchions which supported the tousled roof of melancholy8 green foliage9 above her. With an almost imperceptible movement one buckskin clad arm reached slowly out toward the small sporting rifle which leaned against an adjacent tree-trunk. Her whole poise10 was tense and steady. There was in her attitude that hard decision which one associates only with the experienced hunter. There was almost too much decision in a woman so obviously young.
The weapon was drawn11 toward her. For one brief moment it was laid across her lap upon the paper-covered book she had been reading. Then its butt12 found its way to a resting place against her soft shoulder. Not for an instant had her gaze been diverted from the moving object. Now, however, her head inclined forward, and her warm cheek was laid against the cool butt. The sights of the weapon were brought up into line. The pressure of her forefinger13 was increased upon the trigger. There was a sharp report followed by a swift rush of scampering14 hoofs15 amongst the brittle17 pine cones18 and needles which carpeted the twilit woods. Then, in a flash, all the tense poise gave way to considered but rapid activity.
The woman sprang to her feet. She was tall and straight as a willow19. Her rough canvas skirt was divided. Her buckskin shirt was fringed and beaded. She made a picture of active purpose that belied20 her femininity. In a moment she was in the saddle of the pony21 which had been dozing22 a few yards away. Her rifle was slung23 upon one shoulder, and her paper-covered book was thrust within the fastenings of her shirt. She was hot in pursuit of the small black-tailed deer which her shot had wounded.
Effie bent24 low in the saddle which she rode astride. Her well-accustomed pony twisted and turned, threading its way almost miraculously25 through the labyrinth26 of bald tree-trunks. These pot-hunts, which were of such frequent occurrence, were the recreation which alone made life tolerable to its mistress.
The woman saw only her quarry27. For the rest she left the road to her pony. With slack reins28 she leaned forward, carrying her featherweight over the horn of the saddle. The woods meant nothing to her. The maze29 of tree-trunks as they sped by conveyed no threat of danger. She was concerned only with the obviously limping beast which was to provide venison for the pot for the next two weeks to come.
Her pony gained nothing upon the wounded deer. But it lost no distance either. The scene changed and changed again. The woods yielded to open grass, and again they merged30 into scattered31 scrub, through which it was difficult to track their quarry. Up hill, down dale, over hummock32, through hollow. Once more through the dark aisles of aged33 pine woods. And always northward34.
Time had no place in the woman's mind. Excitement, hope, doubt. These occupied her to the full. And above all purpose reigned35.
Twice she drew up to within shot. But she refrained. She was herself as breathless as her quarry, and the shot would probably have been wasted. Besides, those pauses of the poor hunted beast carried their own significance to her practised mind. Its limping was sore, and now its stumblings were becoming more and more frequent.
They had passed an open stretch, a mere36 cup surrounded by sharp-rising, pine-clad hills. They entered woods on the northernmost slope, and began a climb so severe that pursuer and pursued were brought to a sheer scramble37. The toil38 was terrific, but Effie's pony, bred of the tough prairie fibre, clawed up with indomitable courage and endurance. The deer kept its lead by desperate, agonizing39 effort, and the woman knew that the summit would have exhausted40 its resources.
On they went, on and up, the pace of both ever slackening. One hundred yards only separated them now, and, with almost every stride, the distance was lessening41. The summit was in sight. The pony was blowing hard. Effie urged him, and the vicious Mexican spurs found his flanks. There was no thought of sparing in the girl's mind. If the broncho failed her, then she must finish the chase on foot.
Another fifty yards or so and the deer would have reached the summit. Could she permit it? Dared she risk what lay beyond? If the open pine woods continued she might, but--what lay beyond?
Without further speculation42 she suddenly flung out of the saddle. Her decision was taken. She dared not risk that summit with her pony now rapidly failing. She must chance her own unsteadiness. The pursuit had been hard and breathless. Well, she must trust to her nerve.
She left her steaming pony and dropped on one knee. With all her mind and will concentrated she drew a deep breath as the rifle was raised to her shoulder. With a stern deliberation she leveled her sights and fired. The spent deer stood, and shook, and then gazed round. There was something dreadful in the appeal of its wistful attitude. For one second the woman closed her eyes. Then they opened, and their beauty was full of resolve. Again the rifle was at her shoulder. Again the sights were leveled. Again the weapon spat43 out its vicious pellet. This time the weapon was lowered for good, and the movement was inspired by the sight of the deer. It quietly dropped upon its knees and rolled over on its side.
Ten minutes later the body of the deer was securely lashed44 to the back of the saddle. There was no regret in the heart of the woman as her practised fingers secured the warm body. It was game. Fair game, brought down in open chase, and it would provide welcome change in the monotonous45 diet of her home. Besides, the spirit of the hunter gripped her soul. It was the only thing which made life endurable in these drab outlands.
At the summit of the hill she breathed a sigh of relief. Her judgment46 and decision were amply proved. Nor in any uncertain fashion. The woods ceased in a clean cut, such as is so frequently the case where the pine world reigns47. And rearing blankly before her gaze stood a dense48 barrier of low and heavy green bush. It needed small enough imagination to realize the security which lay in its depths for so small a creature as a wounded deer.
For some thoughtful moments Effie gazed upon the barrier. Then she turned and surveyed her dejected pony. Again her decision was taken without hesitation49. She stooped and set a pair of hobbles about the tired creature's pasterns, and, leaving him to his own devices, set off to ascertain50 her whereabouts.
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But her movements were not without feminine curiosity, added to which was the businesslike desire to familiarize herself with every foot of the country within reach of her home. This was a break into new territory. Time was small enough object to her, and, besides, her pony needed time to recuperate51 from its leg weariness.
It required less than ten minutes, however, to banish52 every other thought from her mind and absorb it in amazement53 at her discovery. A brief battle with a dense and obstinate54 scrub found her standing55 in the centre of a wide sort of bridle56 path, scored with a dozen or so cattle tracks crowded with the spurs of driven cattle.
She stood gazing down at the signs everywhere about her in the loose sand, dumbfounded at the sight. She knew there was no homestead or ranch57 within miles of this region. Was she not bitterly aware that her own home marked the fringe of the cattle world in this direction?
Slowly there grew in the depths of her heart a feeling of apprehension58. The stillness, the remoteness, the tremendous solitude59, and yet--those tracks.
She stood intent and listening. Her ears were straining for a sound. But only there came to her the whispering breezes rustling60 the mournful foliage of the pine woods behind her. Her eyes were raised to the walls of scrub lining61 the roadway. They searched vainly for a sign. There was none. Simply the riot of nature about her, and, at her feet, those tracks.
She moved. Then swiftly she passed across to the western side of the roadway where the westering sun threw ample shadow. All unconsciously it seemed her movements became almost furtive62, furtive and rapid. She passed down the bush-lined way, hugging the grassy63 edges to avoid leaving trace of her footsteps in the sand. Understanding was with her, and that understanding warned her of the jeopardy64 in which she stood should her presence be advertised.
Thought, speculation and imagination were a-riot in her now. She was proceeding65 in the direction the broad cloven hoof16 marks indicated. What--lay beyond?
Many minutes passed. Breathless minutes of pulsing excitement for the woman who knew only monotony and the drudgery66 of an outland life. No womanish fears could deter67 her. She believed and hoped she was on the eve of a great discovery, and such was her reckless desire that nothing could deter her.
The aspect of the scrub changed. It became dotted with taller trees. The paler foliage of spruce reared itself, and, here and there, isolated68 clumps69 of towering pines threw shadows across her path. Then gaps broke up the continuity, but, even so, the view beyond to her left was cut off by remoter growths. Once or twice she hazarded her way into them in her search for information, but always she returned to the broad track of the footprints of driven cattle.
The pathway rose at a steep incline. It bent away to the right, and, in the distance, it seemed that it must converge70 upon the sharp cut edge of the great pine woods she had so recently left. With this conclusion came another. The track must terminate abruptly71 or it must pass back into the great pine bluff72.
The end, however, was neither of these things. And it was far nearer than she had suspected. The path twisted back into the huge reverse of an S, and finished abruptly at the sharp edge of a wide deep valley.
It came upon her almost with a shock. The tracks had abruptly swung westward73. She rounded the bend, and, in a moment, found herself gazing out over a wide valley from a dizzy height.
Her first feeling was that the drop was sheer, precipitate74. Then realization75 superseded76, and she flung herself full length upon the ground and pressed her way into the shelter of an adjacent bush. The path had not ended. It passed over the brink77 and continued its way zigzagging79 down the terrific slope to the valley below. It was this, and the sight of a distant spiral of smoke rising from below, which had flung her into the shelter of the friendly bush. Her risk had only been momentary80, but even in that moment she had been silhouetted81 in full view of any chance gaze below.
She drew herself toward the edge of the drop. Just where she had flung herself it was clean and sheer, and the bush overhung. Thus she was left with a full view of the depths below. Her dark eyes dwelt upon the zigzagging path. She followed its downward course to the green plain. She tracked it across to the far side of the valley. Then she drew a sharp breath, and her eyes widened.
The telltale smoke rose from the heart of a woodland bluff, and near by a large herd82 of cattle was grazing, watched over by three mounted men whose horses were moving slowly over the bright green carpet of grass.
She lay quite still, regardless of all but those moving figures, and the dark green bluff. She was watching and waiting for she knew not what. Her heart was thumping83 in her bosom84, and her breath came rapidly. There was no question in her mind. In a moment her whole life seemed to have changed. The day had dawned to a contemplation of the monotonous round of drudging routine, only to close with a thrill such as she had never dreamed could be hers.
The moments passed; rapid, poignant85 moments. The sun dipped lower toward the alabaster86 crests87 of distant mountain peaks. The peace of the scene suggested nothing of the turbulent thought a-riot behind her wide, dark eyes. What must be done? What could she do--a woman? She felt helpless--so helpless. And yet----
She raised herself upon her elbow and propped88 her soft cheek upon the palm of her hand. She must think--think. The chance of it all. It was so strange. There lay the secret revealed--the secret which every rancher in the district for years had sought to discover. There was the camp of the Lightfoot gang. She had discovered it, had discovered its approach. Everything--she, a woman.
What could she do with the secret? How could she---- She thought of her husband. But somehow her enthusiasm lessened89 with the thought. But she needed him. Yes. There was no room for any doubt on that score. He must be roused, and convinced. He most be made to see the importance and significance of her discovery, and they must turn it to----
The crack of a rifle startled her. Almost on the instant the whistling, tearing of a bullet sounded in the bush to the left of her. Her glance was terrified as it turned in the direction. Then, in a moment, she was crouching90 lower as she searched the valley away over by the bluff.
In an instant her nerves strung tight. A group of men were standing just within its shadow, and the three horsemen, who had been riding round the cattle, were racing91 directly toward the foot of the pathway leading out of the valley. She must have been seen when she had stood at the opening. And now----
But there was not a second to lose. She sprang to a crouching position under the bush. Another shot rang viciously upon the still air. The bullet tore its way through the bush. This time it was still wider of her hiding place. But already she had begun her retreat--swiftly, and crouching low.
She reached the shelter of the barrier just as another bullet whistled overhead. Then she set off at a run.
And as she ran she calculated the chances. She had a big start, and the horsemen had to face the zigzag78 climb. If she made no mistakes there was little chance of their discovering her. They could never make that climb before she reached her pony.
She increased her pace. Her nerves were steadying. Strangely her control was wonderful. There was no real fear in her--only tension. Now as she ran down the open way her eyes were alert for every landmark92, and her woodcraft was sufficiently93 practised to stand her in good stead. She recognized each feature in the path until she came to the point where she had first entered it In a moment she was battling her way through the thick bush, and the tension she was laboring94 under took her through it in a fraction of the time her first traversing had been made. Her pony was standing within ten yards of the spot at which she had left him.
She breathed a great relief. In a moment she had unbuckled the hobbles on his forelegs. Then, with the habit of her life on the plains, she tightened95 the cinchas of the saddle. Then she replaced the bit in its mouth.
As she swung herself into the saddle the distant plod96 of hoofs pounding the cattle tracks reached her. For one instant she sat in doubt. Then, with a half-thought fear lest her hard pursuit of the wounded deer had left her tough broncho spent, she swung him about and vanished like a ghost into the gloomy depths of the woods.
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realization
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brink
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| n.(悬崖、河流等的)边缘，边沿 | |
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zigzagging
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momentary
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| adj.令人痛苦的，辛酸的，惨痛的 | |
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| adj.雪白的；n.雪花石膏；条纹大理石 | |
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lessened
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crouching
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racing
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landmark
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sufficiently
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laboring
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tightened
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