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She suddenly opened eyes that transfixed Venters。 They were fathomless blue。 Consciousness of death was there； a blended terror and pain； but no consciousness of sight。 She did not see Venters。 She stared into the unknown。
Then came a spasm of vitality。 She writhed in a torture of reviving strength； and in her convulsions she almost tore from Ventner's grasp。 Slowly she relaxed and sank partly back。 The ungloved hand sought the wound； and pressed so hard that her wrist half buried itself in her bosom。 Blood trickled between her spread fingers。 And she looked at Venters with eyes that saw him。
He cursed himself and the unerring aim of which he had been so proud。 He had seen that look in the eyes of a crippled antelope which he was about to finish with his knife。 But in her it had infinitely morea revelation of mortal spirit。 The instinctive bringing to life was there； and the divining helplessness and the terrible accusation of the stricken。
〃Torgive me！ I didn't know！〃 burst out Venters。
〃You shot meyou've killed me！〃 she whispered； in panting gasps。 Upon her lips appeared a fluttering； bloody froth。 By that Venters knew the air in her lungs was mixing with blood。 〃Oh； I knewit wouldcomesome day！。。。Oh； the burn！。。。Hold meI'm sinkingit's all dark。。。。Ah； God！。。。Mercy〃
Her rigidity loosened in one long quiver and she lay back limp； still； white as snow； with closed eyes。
Venters thought then that she died。 But the faint pulsation of her breast assured him that life yet lingered。 Death seemed only a matter of moments； for the bullet had gone clear through her。 Nevertheless； he tore sageleaves from a bush； and； pressing them tightly over her wounds； he bound the black scarf round her shoulder； tying it securely under her arm。 Then he closed the blouse； hiding from his sight that blood…stained； accusing breast。
〃Whatnow？〃 he questioned； with flying mind。 〃I must get out of here。 She's dyingbut I can't leave her。〃
He rapidly surveyed the sage to the north and made out no animate object。 Then he picked up the girl's sombrero and the mask。 This time the mask gave him as great a shock as when he first removed it from her face。 For in the woman he had forgotten the rustler； and this black strip of felt…cloth established the identity of Oldring's Masked Rider。 Venters had solved the mystery。 He slipped his rifle under her； and； lifting her carefully upon it； he began to retrace his steps。 The dog trailed in his shadow。 And the horse； that had stood drooping by； followed without a call。 Venters chose the deepest tufts of grass and clumps of sage on his return。 From time to time he glanced over his shoulder。 He did not rest。 His concern was to avoid jarring the girl and to hide his trail。 Gaining the narrow canyon； he turned and held close to the wall till he reached his hiding…place。 When he entered the dense thicket of oaks he was hard put to it to force a way through。 But he held his burden almost upright； and by slipping side wise and bending the saplings he got in。 Through sage and grass he hurried to the grove of silver spruces。
He laid the girl down； almost fearing to look at her。 Though marble pale and cold； she was living。 Venters then appreciated the tax that long carry had been to his strength。 He sat down to rest。 Whitie sniffed at the pale girl and whined and crept to Venters's feet。 Ring lapped the water in the runway of the spring。
Presently Venters went out to the opening； caught the horse and； leading him through the thicket； unsaddled him and tied him with a long halter。 Wrangle left his browsing long enough to whinny and toss his head。 Venters felt that he could not rest easily till he had secured the other rustler's horse； so； taking his rifle and calling for Ring； he set out。 Swiftly yet watchfully he made his way through the canyon to the oval and out to the cattle trail。 What few tracks might have betrayed him he obliterated； so only an expert tracker could have trailed him。 Then； with many a wary backward glance across the sage； he started to round up the rustler's horse。 This was unexpectedly easy。 He led the horse to lower ground； out of sight from the opposite side of the oval along the shadowy western wall； and so on into his canyon and secluded camp。
The girl's eyes were open； a feverish spot burned in her cheeks she moaned something unintelligible to Venters； but he took the movement of her lips to mean that she wanted water。 Lifting her head； he tipped the canteen to her lips。 After that she again lapsed into unconsciousness or a weakness which was its counterpart。 Venters noted； however； that the burning flush had faded into the former pallor。
The rustler's sun set behind the high canyon rim； and a cool shade darkened the walls。 Venters fed the dogs and put a halter on the dead rustlers horse。 He allowed Wrangle to browse free。 This done； he cut spruce boughs and made a lean…to for the girl。 Then； gently lifting her upon a blanket； he folded the sides over her。 The other blanket he wrapped about his shoulders and found a comfortable seat against a spruce…tree that upheld the little shack。 Ring and Whitie lay near at hand； one asleep； the other watchful。
Venters dreaded the night's vigil。 At night his mind was active； and this time he had to watch and think and feel beside a dying girl whom he had all but murdered。 A thousand excuses he invented for himself； yet not one made any difference in his act or his self…reproach。
It seemed to him that when night fell black he could see her white face so much more plainly。
〃She'll go； presently；〃 he said； 〃and be out of agonythank God！〃
Every little while certainty of her death came to him with a shock； and then he would bend over and lay his ear on her breast。 Her heart still beat。
The early night blackness cleared to the cold starlight。 The horses were not moving； and no sound disturbed the deathly silence of the canyon。
〃I'll bury her here；〃 thought Venters； 〃and let her grave be as much a mystery as her life was。〃
For the girl's few words； the look of her eyes； the prayer； had strangely touched Venters。
〃She was only a girl；〃 he soliloquized。 〃What was she to Oldring？ Rustlers don't have wives nor sisters nor daughters。 She was badthat's all。 But somehow。。。well； she may not have willingly become the companion of rustlers。 That prayer of hers to God for mercy！。。。Life is strange and cruel。 I wonder if other members of Oldring's gang are women？ Likely enough。 But what was his game？ Oldring's Mask Rider！ A name to make villagers hide and lock their doors。 A name credited with a dozen murders； a hundred forays； and a thousand stealings of cattle。 What part did the girl have in this？ It may have served Oldring to create mystery。〃
Hours passed。 The white stars moved across the narrow strip of dark…blue sky above。 The silence awoke to the low hum of insects。 Venters watched the immovable white face； and as he watched； hour by hour waiting for death； the infamy of her passed from his mind。 He thought only of the sadness； the truth of the moment。 Whoever she waswhatever she had doneshe was young and she was dying。
The after…part of the night wore on interminably。 The starlight failed and the gloom blackened to the darkest hour。 〃She'll die at the gray of dawn；〃 muttered Venters； remembering some old woman's fancy。 The blackness paled to gray； and the gray lightened and day peeped over the eastern rim。 Venters listened at the breast of the girl。 She still lived。 Did he only imagine that her heart beat stronger； ever so slightly； but stronger？ He pressed his ear closer to her breast。 And he rose with his own pulse quickening。
〃If she doesn't die soonshe's got a chancethe barest chance to live；〃 he said。
He wondered if the internal bleeding had ceased。 There was no more film of blood upon her lips。 But no corpse could have been whiter。 Opening her blouse； he untied the scarf； and carefully picked away the sage leaves from the wound in her shoulder。 It had closed。 Lifting her lightly； he ascertained that the same was true of the hole where the bullet had come out。 He reflected on the fact that clean wounds closed quickly in the healing upland air。 He recalled instances of riders who had been cut and shot apparentl