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 

 appeared. 



I was too exhausted to be glad, but a 

 feeling of relief glided over me. He 

 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 



