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e。 Jane Withersteen； you know； never locked a door！ This here grove's a hummin' bee…hive of mysterious happenin's。 Jane； it ain't so much that these soles keep out of my way as me keepin' out of theirs。 They're goin' to try to kill me。 That's plain。 But mebbe I'm as hard to shoot in the back as in the face。 So far I've seen fit to watch only。 This all means； Jane； that you're a marked woman。 You can't get away not now。 Mebbe later； when you're broken； you might。 But that's sure doubtful。 Jane； you're to lose the cattle that's leftyour home en' ranchen' amber Spring。 You can't even hide a sack of gold！ For it couldn't be slipped out of the house； day or night； an' hid or buried； let alone be rid off with。 You may lose all。 I'm tellin' you； Jane； hopin' to prepare you； if the worst does come。 I told you once before about that strange power I've got to feel things。〃
〃Lassiter； what can I do？〃
〃Nothin'； I reckon； except know what's comin' an' wait an' be game。 If you'd let me make a call on Tull； an' a long…deferred call on〃
〃Hush！。。。Hush！〃 she whispered。
〃Well； even that wouldn't help you any in the end。〃
〃What does it mean？ Oh； what does it mean？ I am my father's daughtera Mormon； yet I can't see！ I've not failed in religionin duty。 For years I've given with a free and full heart。 When my father died I was rich。 If I'm still rich it's because I couldn't find enough ways to become poor。 What am I； what are my possessions to set in motion such intensity of secret oppression？〃
〃Jane； the mind behind it all is an empire builder。〃
〃But； Lassiter； I would give freelyall I own to avert thisthis wretched thing。 If I gavethat would leave me with faith still。 Surely mymy churchmen think of my soul？ If I lose my trust in them〃
〃Child； be still！〃 said Lassiter； with a dark dignity that had in it something of pity。 〃You are a woman； fine en' big an' strong； an' your heart matches your size。 But in mind you're a child。 I'll say a little morethen I'm done。 I'll never mention this again。 Among many thousands of women you're one who has bucked against your churchmen。 They tried you out； an' failed of persuasion； an' finally of threats。 You meet now the cold steel of a will as far from Christlike as the universe is wide。 You're to be broken。 Your body's to be held； given to some man； made； if possible； to bring children into the world。 But your soul？。。。What do they care for your soul？〃
CHAPTER XIII。 SOLITUDE AND STORM
In his hidden valley Venters awakened from sleep； and his ears rang with innumerable melodies from full…throated mockingbirds； and his eyes opened wide upon the glorious golden shaft of sunlight shining through the great stone bridge。 The circle of cliffs surrounding Surprise Valley lay shrouded in morning mist； a dim blue low down along the terraces； a creamy； moving cloud along the ramparts。 The oak forest in the center was a plumed and tufted oval of gold。
He saw Bess under the spruces。 Upon her complete recovery of strength she always rose with the dawn。 At the moment she was feeding the quail she had tamed。 And she had begun to tame the mocking…birds。 They fluttered among the branches overhead and some left off their songs to flit down and shyly hop near the twittering quail。 Little gray and white rabbits crouched in the grass； now nibbling； now laying long ears flat and watching the dogs。
Venters's swift glance took in the brightening valley； and Bess and her pets； and Ring and Whitie。 It swept over all to return again and rest upon the girl。 She had changed。 To the dark trousers and blouse she had added moccasins of her own make； but she no longer resembled a boy。 No eye could have failed to mark the rounded contours of a woman。 The change had been to grace and beauty。 A glint of warm gold gleamed from her hair； and a tint of red shone in the clear dark brown of cheeks。 The haunting sweetness of her lips and eyes； that earlier had been illusive； a promise； had become a living fact。 She fitted harmoniously into that wonderful setting； she was like Surprise Valleywild and beautiful。
Venters leaped out of his cave to begin the day。
He had postponed his journey to Cottonwoods until after the passing of the summer rains。 The rains were due soon。 But until their arrival and the necessity for his trip to the village he sequestered in a far corner of mind all thought of peril； of his past life； and almost that of the present。 It was enough to live。 He did not want to know what lay hidden in the dim and distant future。 Surprise Valley had enchanted him。 In this home of the cliff…dwellers there were peace and quiet and solitude； and another thing； wondrous as the golden morning shaft of sunlight； that he dared not ponder over long enough to understand。
The solitude he had hated when alone he had now come to love。 He was assimilating something from this valley of gleams and shadows。 From this strange girl he was assimilating more。
The day at hand resembled many days gone before。 As Venters had no tools with which to build； or to till the terraces； he remained idle。 Beyond the cooking of the simple fare there were no tasks。 And as there were no tasks； there was no system。 He and Bess began one thing； to leave it； to begin another； to leave that； and then do nothing but lie under the spruces and watch the great cloud…sails majestically move along the ramparts； and dream and dream。 The valley was a golden； sunlit world。 It was silent。 The sighing wind and the twittering quail and the singing birds； even the rare and seldom…occurring hollow crack of a sliding weathered stone； only thickened and deepened that insulated silence。
Venters and Bess had vagrant minds。
〃Bess； did I tell you about my horse Wrangle？〃 inquired Venters。
〃A hundred times；〃 she replied。
〃Oh； have I？ I'd forgotten。 I want you to see him。 He'll carry us both。〃
〃I'd like to ride him。 Can he run？〃
〃Run？ He's a demon。 Swiftest horse on the sage！ I hope he'll stay in that canyon。
〃He'll stay。〃
They left camp to wander along the terraces； into the aspen ravines； under the gleaming walls。 Ring and Whitie wandered in the fore； often turning； often trotting back； open…mouthed and solemn…eyed and happy。 Venters lifted his gaze to the grand archway over the entrance to the valley； and Bess lifted hers to follow his； and both were silent。 Sometimes the bridge held their attention for a long time。 To…day a soaring eagle attracted them。
〃How he sails！〃 exclaimed Bess。 〃I wonder where his mate is？〃
〃She's at the nest。 It's on the bridge in a crack near the top。〃
〃I see her often。 She s almost white。〃
They wandered on down the terrace； into the shady； sun…flecked forest。 A brown bird fluttered crying from a bush。 Bess peeped into the leaves。 〃Look！ A nest and four little birds。 They're not afraid of us。 See how they open their mouths。 They're hungry。〃
Rabbits rustled the dead brush and pattered away。 The forest was full of a drowsy hum of insects。 Little darts of purple； that were running quail； crossed the glades。 And a plaintive； sweet peeping came from the coverts。 Bess's soft step disturbed a sleeping lizard that scampered away over the leaves。 She gave chase and caught it； a slim creature of name