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et high； and a narrow gorge leading down on the other side。 This was a divide between two inclines； about twenty yards wide。 At one side stood an enormous rock。 Venters gave it a second glance； because it rested on a pedestal。 It attracted closer attention。 It was like a colossal pear of stone standing on its stem。 Around the bottom were thousands of little nicks just distinguishable to the eye。 They were marks of stone hatchets。 The cliff…dwellers had chipped and chipped away at this boulder fill it rested its tremendous bulk upon a mere pin…point of its surface。 Venters pondered。 Why had the little stone…men hacked away at that big boulder？ It bore no semblance to a statue or an idol or a godhead or a sphinx。 Instinctively he put his hands on it and pushed； then his shoulder and heaved。 The stone seemed to groan； to stir； to grate； and then to move。 It tipped a little downward and hung balancing for a long instant； slowly returned； rocked slightly； groaned； and settled back to its former position。 Venters divined its significance。 It had been meant for defense。 The cliff…dwellers； driven by dreaded enemies to this last stand； had cunningly cut the rock until it balanced perfectly； ready to be dislodged by strong hands。 Just below it leaned a tottering crag that would have toppled； starting an avalanche on an acclivity where no sliding mass could stop。 Crags and pinnacles； splintered cliffs； and leaning shafts and monuments； would have thundered down to block forever the outlet to Deception Pass。
〃That was a narrow shave for me；〃 said Venters； soberly。 〃A balancing rock！ The cliff…dwellers never had to roll it。 They died； vanished； and here the rock stands； probably little changed。。。。But it might serve another lonely dweller of the cliffs。 I'll hide up here somewhere； if I can only find water。〃
He descended the gorge on the other side。 The slope was gradual； the space narrow； the course straight for many rods。 A gloom hung between the up…sweeping walls。 In a turn the passage narrowed to scarce a dozen feet； and here was darkness of night。 But light shone ahead； another abrupt turn brought day again； and then wide open space。
Above Venters loomed a wonderful arch of stone bridging the
canyon rims； and through the enormous round portal gleamed and glistened a beautiful valley shining under sunset gold reflected by surrounding cliffs。 He gave a start of surprise。 The valley was a cove a mile long； half that wide； and its enclosing walls were smooth and stained； and curved inward； forming great caves。 He decided that its floor was far higher than the level of Deception Pass and the intersecting canyons。 No purple sage colored this valley floor。 Instead there were the white of aspens； streaks of branch and slender trunk glistening from the green of leaves； and the darker green of oaks； and through the middle of this forest； from wall to wall； ran a winding line of brilliant green which marked the course of cottonwoods and willows。
〃There's water hereand this is the place for me；〃 said Venters。 〃Only birds can peep over those walls； I've gone Oldring one better。〃
Venters waited no longer； and turned swiftly to retrace his steps。 He named the canyon Surprise Valley and the huge boulder that guarded the outlet Balancing Rock。 Going down he did not find himself attended by such fears as had beset him in the climb； still； he was not easy in mind and could not occupy himself with plans of moving the girl and his outfit until he had descended to the notch。 There he rested a moment and looked about him。 The pass was darkening with the approach of night。 At the corner of the wall； where the stone steps turned； he saw a spur of rock that would serve to hold the noose of a lasso。 He needed no more aid to scale that place。 As he intended to make the move under cover of darkness； he wanted most to be able to tell where to climb up。 So； taking several small stones with him； he stepped and slid down to the edge of the slope where he had left his rifle and boots。 He placed the stones some yards apart。 He left the rabbit lying upon the bench where the steps began。 Then he addressed a keen…sighted； remembering gaze to the rim…wall above。 It was serrated； and between two spears of rock； directly in line with his position； showed a zigzag crack that at night would let through the gleam of sky。 This settled； he put on his belt and boots and prepared to descend。 Some consideration was necessary to decide whether or not to leave his rifle there。 On the return； carrying the girl and a pack； it would be added encumbrance； and after debating the matter he left the rifle leaning against the bench。 As he went straight down the slope he halted every few rods to look up at his mark on the rim。 It changed； but he fixed each change in his memory。 When he reached the first cedar…tree； he tied his scarf upon a dead branch； and then hurried toward camp； having no more concern about finding his trail upon the return trip。
Darkness soon emboldened and lent him greater speed。 It occurred to him； as he glided into the grassy glade near camp and head the whinny of a horse； that he had forgotten Wrangle。 The big sorrel could not be gotten into Surprise Valley。 He would have to be left here。
Venters determined at once to lead the other horses out through the thicket and turn them loose。 The farther they wandered from this canyon the better it would suit him。 He easily descried Wrangle through the gloom； but the others were not in sight。
Venters whistled low for the dogs； and when they came trotting to him he sent them out to search for the horses； and followed。 It soon developed that they were not in the glade nor the thicket。
Venters grew cold and rigid at the thought of rustlers having entered his retreat。 But the thought passed； for the demeanor of Ring and Whitie reassured him。 The horses had wandered away。
Under the clump of silver spruces a denser mantle of darkness； yet not so thick that Venter's night…practiced eyes could not catch the white oval of a still face。 He bent over it with a slight suspension of breath that was both caution lest he frighten her and chill uncertainty of feeling lest he find her dead。 But she slept； and he arose to renewed activity。
He packed his saddle…bags。 The dogs were hungry； they whined about him and nosed his busy hands； but he took no time to feed them nor to satisfy his own hunger。 He slung the saddlebags over his shoulders and made them secure with his lasso。 Then he wrapped the blankets closer about the girl and lifted her in his arms。 Wrangle whinnied and thumped the ground as Venters passed him with the dogs。 The sorrel knew he was being left behind； and was not sure whether he liked it or not。 Venters went on and entered the thicket。 Here he had to feel his way in pitch blackness and to wedge his progress between the close saplings。 Time meant little to him now that he had started； and he edged along with slow side movement till he got clear of the thicket。 Ring and Whitie stood waiting for him。 Taking to the open aisles and patches of the sage； he walked guardedly； careful not to stumble or step in dust or strike against spreading sage…branches。
If he were burdened he did not feel it。 From time to time； when he passed out of the black lines of shade into the wan starlight； he glanced at the white face of the girl lying in his arms。 She had not awakened from her sleep or stupor。 He did not rest until he cleared the black gate of the canyon。 Then he leaned against a stone breast…high to him and gently released the girl from his hold。 His brow and hair and the palms of his hands were wet； and there was a kind of nervous contraction of his muscles。 They seemed to ripple and string tense。 He had a desire to hurry and no sense of fatigue。 A wind blew the scent of sage in his face。 The first early blackness of night passed with the brightening of the stars。 Somewhere back on his trail a coyote yelped； splitting the dead silence。 Venters's faculties seemed singularly acute。
He lifted the girl again and pressed on。 The valley better traveling than the canyon。 It was lighter； freer of sage； and there were no rocks。 Soon； out of the pale gloom shone a still paler thing； and that was the low swell of s