Again for an instant Kate did not comprehend. Then the leads were swung sharply by Bradley to the left. The stage rounded what Kate afterward frequently recognized as an overhanging shoulder of rock on the road down to the creek, and a vague, dull roar swept up from below. Bradley halted the horses, climbed down, and taking the lantern went forward on foot to investigate. "Must have been a cloudburst in the mountains," remarked Belle, listening; and Kate was to learn that a cloudless sky gives no assurance whatever for the passage of a mountain stream. The lantern disappeared, to come into sight again farther down the trail, and while both women talked, the faint light swung at intervals in and out of their vision as Bradley reconnoitered. Kate was a little worried, but her companion sat quite unmoved, even when Bradley returned and reported the creek "roarin'." "That bein' the case," he muttered, "I'm thinkin' the Double-draw bridge has took up its timbers and walked likewise." The Double-draw bridge! How well Kate was to know that name; but that night it seemed, like everything else, only very queer. "Bradley," protested Belle, now very much disturbed, "that can't be." "We'll see," retorted Bradley, gathering his reins and releasing his brake as he spoke to the horses. "I don't guess myself there's much left o' that bridge." Only the expletive he placed before the last word revealed his own genuine annoyance and Kate prudently asked no further questions. Some instinct convinced her she was already a nuisance on the silent Bradley's hands. The ford--off the main road--was where he had purposed setting Kate over, as he expressed it, to the ranch. Double-draw bridge--on the road to the fort and Reservation--was two miles above. The horses climbed the long hill again and started on the road for the bridge. "If the Double-draw is out," sighed Belle resignedly, "I reckon we're trapped." For the first time now they could hear the hoofs of the two teams sinking into and pulling out of mud. It grew deeper as they descended the long grade toward the bridge and clouds obscured the light of the stars. With the horses stumbling on, the women watched for something to meet either sight or hearing, but there was nothing until they again neared the creek. Then the same vague roar rose on the night and as they rimmed the bench above the creek a faint, ghastly light on the eastern horizon betokened a rising moon. Down the trail they stopped in darkness and Bradley again clambered down from his box with the lantern to investigate. "'Z fur 'z I c'n see," he reported when he came back, "th' bridge is all right, but mos'ly under water." "Can we get across?" Belle Shockley asked querulously. Bradley answered with hesitation: "Why--yes----" "Oh, good!" "And no." "What does that mean?" snapped Belle. "We can't get across tonight--we might in the mornin'."