She could not realize that beneath his mask of indifference so deliberately worn, the man was as agitated as she, not so much at the remembrance of anything that had transpired, but at the sight, the splendid picture, of the woman as she stood, there in the little cabin then. It seemed to him as if she gathered up in her own person all the radiance and light and beauty, all the purity and freshness and splendor of the morning, to shine and dazzle in his face. As she hesitated in confusion, perhaps comprehending its causes he helped out her lame and halting sentence. "I know the cañon well," he said. "I think I know the place to which you refer; is it just about where the river makes an enormous bend upon itself?" "Yes, that is it. In that clearing we have been camped for ten days. My uncle must be crazy with anxiety to know what has become of me and--" The man interposed. "I will go there directly," he said. "It is now half after ten. That place is about seven miles or more from here across the range, fifteen or twenty by the river; I shall be back by nightfall. The cabin is your own." He turned away without another word. "Wait," said the woman, "I am afraid to stay here." She had been fearless enough before in these mountains but her recent experiences had somehow unsettled her nerves. "There is nothing on earth to hurt you, I think," returned the man. "There isn't a human being, so far as I know, in these mountains." "Except my uncle's party." He nodded. "But there might be another--bear," she added desperately, forcing herself. "Not likely, and they wouldn't come here if there were any. That's the first grizzly I have seen in years," he went on unconcernedly, studiously looking away from her, not to add to her confusion at the remembrance of that awful episode which would obtrude itself on every occasion. "You can use a rifle or gun?" She nodded; he stepped over to the wall and took down the Winchester which he handed her. "This one is ready for service, and you will find a revolver on the shelf. There is only one possible way of access to this cabin, that's down those rock stairs; one man, one woman, a child even, with these weapons could hold it against an army." "Couldn't I go with you?" "On that foot?" Enid pressed her wounded foot upon the ground; it was not so painful when resting, but she found she could not walk a step on it without great suffering. "I might carry you part of the way," said the man. "I carried you last night, but it would be impossible, all of it." "Promise me that you will be back by nightfall with Uncle Bob and--" "I shall be back by nightfall, but I can't promise that I will bring anybody with me." "You mean?" "You saw what the cloud burst nearly did for you," was the quick answer. "If they did not get out of that pocket there is nothing left of them now."