Evidently she had not stirred all night; might be still asleep. No; her eyes were open, and when I stiffly shifted posture she looked across at me. "Sh!" she warned, with quick shake of head. The same warning bade me listen. In a moment I heard voices. CHAPTER XIX I STAKE AGAIN They were indistinguishable except as vocal sounds deadened by the impeding fog; but human voices they certainly were. Throwing off her robe she abruptly sat up, seeking, her features tensed with the strain. She beckoned to me. I scuttled over, as anxious as she. The voices might be far, they might be near; but it was an eerie situation, as if we were neighboring with warlocks. "I've been hearing them some little while," she whispered. "The Captain Adams men may be trailing us?" "I hope not! Oh, I hope not," she gasped, in sheer agony. "If we might only know in time." Suddenly the fog was shot with gold, as the sun flashed in. In obedience to the command a slow and stately movement began, by all the troops of mist. The myriad elements drifted in unison, marching and countermarching and rearranging, until presently, while we crouched intent to fathom the secrets of their late camp, a wondrously beautiful phenomenon offered. The great army rose for flight, lifting like a blanket. Gradually the earth appeared in glimpses beneath their floating array, so that whereas our plot of higher ground was still invested, stooping low and scanning we could see beyond us by the extent of a narrow thinning belt capped with the heavier white. "There!" she whispered, pointing. "Look! There they are!" Feet, legs, moving of themselves, cut off at the knees by the fog layer, distant not more than short rifle range: that was what had been revealed. A peculiar, absurd spectacle of a score or two of amputated limbs now resurrected and blindly in quest of bodies. "The Mormons!" I faltered. "No! Leggins! Moccasins! They are Indians. We must leave right away before they see us." With our stuff she ran, I ran, for the mules. We worked rapidly, bridling and saddling while the fog rose with measured steadiness. "Hurry!" she bade. The whole desert was a golden haze when having packed we climbed aboard--she more spry than I, so that she led again. As we urged outward the legs, behind, had taken to themselves thighs. But the mist briefly eddied down upon us; our mules' hoofs made no sound appreciable, on the scantily moistened soil; we lost the legs, and the voices, and pressing the pace I rode beside her. "Where?" I inquired. "As far as we can while the fog hangs. Then we must hide in the first good place. If they don't strike our trail we'll be all right."