Again, now, with a passing thought, her features lighted as another maiden's, whose young life had been cast by fate in gentler places might have lighted at the thought of some great pleasure pending in the future. "There is a chance, though," she said, with a fierce joy, "that Lem Lindsay, if he is alive, 'll git th' bullet that he earned that day. Joe Lorey's livin'--that's Ben's son--an' he--well, maybe, some time--ah, he can shoot as straight as anybody in these mountings!" The look of a young tigress was on her face. It made the young man who was listening to her shudder--the look upon her face, the voice with which she said "And he can shoot as straight as anybody in these mountings!" For a second it revolted him. Then, getting a fairer point of view, he smiled at her with a deep sympathy, and waited. He had not to wait long before a gentler mood held dominance. It came, indeed, almost at once. "No," she said slowly, "a girl can't carry on a feud alone, nohow.... And, somehow, when I think of it most times, I really don't want to. It's only now an' then I get stirred up, like this. Most times I'd rather learn than--go on fightin' like we-all always have.... I'd rather learn, somehow.... An'--an'--an' that's been mighty hard--_is_ mighty hard" "You--haven't had much chance," said he, looking at her pityingly. She gave him a quick glance. Had she really thought he pitied her she would have bitterly resented it. "Had th' same chance other mounting girls have," she said quickly, defending, not herself, but her country and her people. She stood, now, at a distance from the fire, for it was blazing merrily, but her face was flushed by its radiant heat, its lurid blaze made a fine background for the supple, swaying beauty of her slim young body. She raised her arms high, high above her head, with that same genuineness of gesture, graceful and appealing, which he had seen in all her movements from the first and then clasped them at her breast. "But oh," said she, "somehow, I want to learn, now, terrible!" "Let me help you while I'm in the mountains," he replied, impulsively. "I'll be glad to help you every day." "Would you?" she said. "I would be powerful thankful!" Her bright eyes expressed the gratitude she felt. While they had talked a strange paradox had come about there by the fire without their notice. The long, black outcropping of rock against which they had brought the old man's blaze to life, had, instead of keeping the fire from spreading to the undergrowth, strangely permitted it to pass. It was the girl who first discovered this. She sprang up from her place with a startled exclamation. "Oh," said she, "th' fire is spreadin'!" He rose quickly to his feet. CHAPTER III They were appalled by the predicament in which they found themselves. The thing seemed quite mysterious.