It seemed ages before he saw the dark outlines of the pueblo of Walpi rising above the rounded crest of the mesa. But it was not so far from where he fell after all, for he had been nearer than he believed when the attack occurred. He could never quite remember how things happened after that. He had a vague memory of Sado’s voice calling out in sharp surprise, of telling his story quickly between the gasps of his failing breath, and of a sudden great bustle in the court of the pueblo. Only one thing he remembered distinctly, the sudden idea that flashed through his mind at sight of Sado. “The hidden path,” he gasped, “tell them to take the hidden path. It will bring them up from the back. No one knows it except--except--” and here in spite of himself his voice trailed off into silence and the blindness that was worse than midnight came over his eyes again. As in a dream he heard Sado’s excited reply: “I know--I know--I will lead them. Have no fear, for we will save your people yet!” And then gentle hands laid him down, and he thought no more except that it was very good to rest. The terrible Battle of the Cliffs had been fought and done for many weeks before Kwasa was strong enough to hear about it. For the arrow in his throat had come very near indeed to causing his death, and only the tender nursing of careful and practised hands could have brought him back to life and strength again. There was one pair of slim, soft hands that he always knew, even through his delirium, so gentle and capable were they, and so soothingly did they place upon his poor, torn throat the cooling poultices of pounded herbs. After he grew able to think again he fell to wondering what the face would be like that belonged with such dear, gentle fingers; but so weary and listless was he that even after the thought came it was a long time before he opened his eyes to see. But when he did look up into the beautiful young face that bent so anxiously above him, he knew that one of two things would surely happen--either he would stay at Walpi forever, or he would not go back to the canyons alone.