shot rattled through the branches over- 

 head, unpleasantly near. It was clearly 

 from behind us. We turned, and after 

 another interchange of shots, the cook T 

 appeared. 



I was too exhausted to be glad, but a 

 feeling of relief glided over me. He o 

 led us to the stream where Nimrod had 

 wanted to turn off, and from there we 

 were quickly in camp, very much to our 

 host's relief. I dropped at the foot of a 

 tree, and said nothing for an hour my 

 companions were men, so I did not have 

 to talk if I could not then I arose as 

 usual and was ready for supper. 



Of course, Nimrod was blamed for 

 not being a better mountaineer. ' He 

 ought to have seen that broken turf by 

 the trail,' or those ' blades of fresh pulled 

 grass in the pine fork.' How could they 

 know that a woman and her fears had 



